It is still November. Not the very end of November, with December just around the corner, it's mid-November. We have only just got over those Licenced Begging Events Halloween and Bonfire Night, and it's still weeks and weeks until 25th December.
I realise that this is stating the obvious, rather like "water is wet" or "do woolly bears have an omnivorous diet" or "one of physics' constants is the charge of an electron", but it bears repeating.
The Sun. Asserting that it will rise tomorrow is a pretty safe bet. |
May I gently remind you that my allotted span upon this Earth is not infinite, and Time's Winged Chariot is probably waiting just around the corner with the meter running*, so - DO NOT SPEED UP TIME!
Thank you. That is all.
Times Winged Chariot. MOT failure. |
There's your first coincidence right there. What is Conrad's favourite band of all time? Why The Comsat Angels, of course. What is regarded as one of their best-ever records? Why "Sleep No More", of course.
There may be more to this than meets the eye. Mark Kermode is a big, big fan of the Comsats. He works at the BBC. Mark Gatiss wrote this episode. Mark Gatiss also works at the BBC. Join the dots.
Proof. Proof of what, I'm not sure, but! Proof all the same |
Yes, four. This harks back, I believe, to the cash-strapped days of the Seventies when the script read "A crowd assembles" and we saw five people on-screen. Very wry, Mark!
I also have to give him props for creating an interesting 38th Century society where India and Japan are the world's primary superpowers, which means our rescue team (if you can call four a "team") are all of necessity those nationalities. The commander, Nagata, speaks in a mild Geordie accent (as a thick one would need subtitles) because - er - because - this reflects regional Japanese dialects?
Ms Nagata off-duty and being not-shooty |
One club. Over-engineered, still a club |
The ending caught me by surprise, as I confidently expected to see "To Be Continued" appear on-screen. "None of this makes sense!" said The Doctor, and Conrad agreed. I suppose the end revelations of Prof. Rasmussen were supposed to tie up the loose plot ends; well they didn't, and you'd need a mechelin lace expert to manage that.
Still, the sight of his disintegrating face was a good creepy finish.
Good job it was on after the watershed ... |
Good lord, how prose-heavy are we! Quick, nurse, the screens, and a stiff gin and tonic whilst you're up, ta. Pictures!
How Funny Am I
This is a rhetorical question that you do not have to answer, although if you could see your way to adding in a complimentary Comment that would be fine.
"Tastes a bit oily" |
I imagine that the Promotions and Distribution departments would need to work overtime on this one ...
Your Help Appreciated
Conrad, as you surely know by now, is fond of eating. Anything that doesn't actually explode on contact, isn't infested with nerve gas or comes alive after midnight and tries to eat you is on the menu, especially - extra-specially! - if it's going cheap.
Thus my secret shame.
I've bought these and - er - I don't know what to do with them. Roast, boil, sautee, broil, toast, bash? I have no idea, it's just that they were down to 1/4 their normal price and I couldn't resist.
You Must Be Balmy
Ha! I amuse myself! The rest of the world - well, perhaps not so much. See here -
The top photo is the ingredients list of this little bottle, which doesn't have anything present to give it scale. About three inches high, gentle reader. And the list of chemicals on the back has been sustaining BOOJUM! for weeks, positively weeks!
Sadly I doubt I'll find another list of mysterious and enigmatic chemicals on-the-back-of-the-packet novel enough in future, unless I come across some hideous imported American foodstuff with more additives than - oh - wait a minute -
* "Conrad is getting old" - translation courtesy Mister Hand.
** Yes! More important than blogging!
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