Pink Floyd, Think Floyd

I Refer, Of Course, To "Inside Out"
This is Nick Mason's autobiographical recounting of the most important British band in the whole world, ever, for now until the end of time*.
     I picked it up in Fopp and it is a revelation - not only informative but wonderfully droll and self-deprecating.  Mr Mason - or Nick, as I may cheekily call him - has a dry wit, a perceptive eye and a refreshingly ironic take on his career.

Nick, in his Full Face Fungus Floyd days

     Conrad is interested as he has never seen the Floyd live, and when his interest in them was piqued in the Seventies, they were rarely in the press and never on television, so they retained an aura of mystery.  Reading Nick's descriptions of this (in the mid-Sixties) rather avant-garde band playing to provincial audiences who hated them, is a corrective to the perception that the Floyd came into being, were effortlessly successful and everyone thought were wonderful.

Dog Buns!  My order of Kahn's "On Thermonuclear War" has just been cancelled - no longer available.  Don't they realise I need this work for Taking Over The World purposes?


More Of Pomes
It's entirely possible that you're getting fed up with Conrad's endless recitations of the doggerel he's created for leavers or significant birthdays at work, yet please stop a moment and consider the pressure he's under - not only cakes but pomes, too.
     Anyway, I had about 5 minutes to come up with this for Janice, who was 30 on Saturday:

A POME FOR JANICE

Hello Janice, I say “X X X”

Paying you birthday respects

Nothing to do with seedy sex!

Neither written kissy effects

These are the Roman numerals for “Thirty”

Nowt to do with films so dirty,

They do apply to Jan the flirty,

A lady who is most asserty.

Also just so slightly pregnant –

Looking like she ate a tent!

What she’s NOT is silent.

And we’ll miss her when she’s went

     It would have been longer, but you understand when Conrad is in work, he works.  Janice seemed to like it, though.

Of Television
As you may have already judged, Conrad has been dog-sitting again.  He has to recline on the lounge settee in order for Edna the needy hound to be able to find solace in proximity.  Which also means checking out television.
     "Oh goody!" was my initial thought.  "Channel 85 and either "NCIS" or Star Trek: The Original Series".

Thank you for your inner dialogue, Jim

     Sadly not.  The only offer was "Star Trek: The Next Generation" which is poisonously politically correct, with nary a sensual moment between James T. Kirk and exotic alien princesses, nor scenes of red shirts being gratuitously slain by hideous monsters, nor of Mr Spock beating the tar out of someone.
     I therefore offer you Conrad's considered cogitations on - the adverts.

     "3"
     I am not sure what on earth this advert was promoting.  It featured a muppet - a literal muppet, not a stupid human being, although the latter would have stood-in equally as well - being rained upon, as if this were a trial.  I think the ad agency must be American, as we here in the UK widely recognise Rain as our default weather setting**.  Then the muppet went on to do various onerous tasks, before the whole thing ended with an injunction: "When stuff sucks, fix it"

For once, I am lost for words

     "Tepilo"
     I'm not altogether sure what this bunch of salacious ichneumenids are shilling, except I was MOST annoyed by the start of their advert - which does have an attractive lady promoting it -

 - which is "Olipet" backwards

     - implying that they are New! and Innovative! and Break-all-the-rules! because they don't use quill pens like the fuddy-duddies at the beginning, who make an horrendous boo-boo and flick the quill and blot the paper -
     -  excuse ME!  These idiots clearly have never used a quill pen evah.
     Who do we know here who has? O that's right, me.

"Here's one I did earlier" in best Blue Peter voice

     I don't have a lot of practice with the quill, yet I have never managed a silly pen-stunt as with Tepilo.
     Colour me not amused.

     "Radox"
     The opening and closing of the adverts had a promotion for Radox in there, which only later made me ponder.  "Radox" - it doesn't sound very bathy and relaxy when you stand back and analyse.  "Rad-" hints of "Radiation" and "Radium" and "Rads***", and it is bright green.

A product so wrong on so many levels.

     Oh dear.  That's a bit grim, can't have the blog ending on that.  

Snoozy fox kit
"OMG Squeallll so kute"

* Bar, of course, The Comsat Angels
** Or "wetting".  See what I did there?  Tee hee!
*** Radiation Adsorbed Dose, or, translating, How Quickly You Will Die