BOOJUM! - Cheating Our Way To Victory!

As I Shall Be Out Tonight -
straight after work, too, there won't be any opportunity to create another immaculately assembled clutch of drivelling nonsense.
     What I intended to do was post the blog from 31st July 2014 - and what do I find?
     I was going out that Friday, too.
     Except, struck by Alien Work Ethic, I appear to have gotten up early to post.
     Not today!

Voila:

That Is, If By "Bold" -
     We mean getting out of bed a bit early.
     Since there will be no blog tonight, Conrad thought to spend a few fruitful seconds this morning in creating today's dose of non sequiteurs, rants and idiosyncratic reviews.
     Now, stand back and let drivel commence!

Cranes
     As any long time reader, and most mid time readers, and a few newcomers, will know, Conrad has long kept an eye on construction site at Victoria Station.  At first it was all removal work, cutting the old bits of the station up and hefting them away.  This year it's all about putting up new work, with the help of an enormous static crane, thus:

No!  Those cranes are clearly mobile!

     Excuse me - 

     Now, how colourful is that?  Not exactly a rainbow but getting there.
     Remember when they open this new tram station - you saw it here first.

Statistics
     One establishment that Conrad passes on his desperate dash for the bus each day is the Black Dog Ballroom, which features a sign on the pavement outside.
     "50% off all day Monday" declares the sign (not literally, it doesn't speak, although I bet DARPA is even now inventing one that will nag you as you walk past it).
     Conrad can see why they advertise in this fashion, as the other option is to declare "Tuesday to Sunday - all meals 200%".
     Although you really cannot predict human behaviour accurately; there is every possibility this would increase their traffic.

Black Bog.  Close enough

An Antidote To The Metro
     By now Conrad has developed a strong dislike for this free "newspaper" that is found stacked on buses, rather than in the bins it so truly deserves*.  Think of it as the celebrity pages from any tabloid, puffed up a bit and with tons of adverts.

A Metro with considerably more appeal

     So, then - what is the antidote?  Simply put yourself in the position of any article they report about.  "Cameron Diaz pulls a face" "Nikki Cox has botox" or "Justin Bieber behaves like a prat.  Again."  Is there any news value in this transition - there is?  Congratulations!  You just found a nugget of truth in a mountain of inane tat.
     Farewell skateboarding duck.

Tonight
     As I may have bored you with details already, I shan't go into detail about this.



     No, on second thoughts I will do.  Don't like it?  Whose blog is it!
     There is a free concert being held at Kosmonaut in the Northern Quarter, starting at 8:00 p.m., and Conrad intends to be there.  Probably the oldest person present, but that will be my own personal badge of honour.  Also present will be From The Kites Of San Quentin, Cogi and Sphelm.  Pronunciation of those last two - I'll get back to you on that.
And afterwards Conrad will be staying in an hotel, to avoid a long trip home and so he is bright and chirpy for work the next day.
     Ta-ta!

Hapless musicians trapped in a plastic box and forced to perform.
The music biz can be cruel, sometimes  ....

Now, you can look at this and think "Lazy rascal!" OR "What a fascinating look back at our local scrivel-merchant's mind-set of a year ago", and I know which one you ought to choose.