As you surely know by now, Conrad has little to no scruples about increasing the number of hits that BOOJUM! gets, and today is no different; we are definitely going for passing traffic out of Poznan. Earlier today I happened to mention "Pierogi" as being typical, evocative even, of Poland. I had quite forgotten that I'd bought some last week and they were waiting in the fridge.
In case you, dear reader, are not familiar with Polish cuisine, you might describe Pierogi as the Polish equivalent of the Italian filled-pasta Ravioli, thus:
Except the Poles add oil to the dish, ensuring that the various bits do not stick together either in packet or pan. Watch out for these folks in future, they seem logical and practical.
Let's get the cat vote in here. Jenny, what do you think of Pierogi?
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| Not a lot, apparently |
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| "Ham? That's different!" |
Another Citric Moment Of Humour Re Wartime And Poland
It's not well-known that the armed forces of the Third Reich were in desperate need of manpower by the middle of 1944. So desperate, indeed, that they resorted to forcibly conscripting prisoners of war into the Wehrmacht. Including Polish PoWs.
This, to be blunt, was a Very Big Mistake. Not so much a fox-in-the-chicken-coop mistake as chickens-with-machine-guns-going-hunting mistake. The Polish PoWs had not been treated well, hated Germany with a passion and were not about to fight for it. I recall Milton Shulman recounting a report from a German officer about the Polish "Volga Tat Brigade". They had murdered their German officers and 400 of them had deserted to the Allies. With friends like these ...
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| A Polish Winged Hussar. |
The Polish 1st Armoured Division maintained several trucks full of British uniforms simply to accommodate Polish deserters from the Wehrmacht. They would strip off their German uniform, don a British one and go straight back into action fighting their erstwhile comrades. Not only that, they would take great delight in retailing everything about their previous employers that they knew to the British and the 1st Armoured Division.
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| Polish jokes unlikely to go down well with these chaps (As they are Polish 1st Armoured Division chaps) |
You What?
I'm not sure about this. Conrad, as you surely know by now, is a big fan of comics and certainly loves him some Batman.
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Cool helmet, though.
Yes But Will It Deter
Sorry! Sorry, I forgot the Charm Offensive rules are still in place. No mention of the "Z" word**.
"What is the drunken old duffer talking about now?" I hear you ask, not quietly enough obviously and I will get you back, promise -
Later for that. For the meantime, behold:
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| Known as "Skull Attack" |
It tastes pretty good, if you want to know, and the bottle is sturdy and large enough that, if smashed against a flat surface, it would give you a handy improvised anti-z - er - anti-revenant weapon.
Sophistry With Sophie's Tree
I have already mentioned that one of Conrad's more social habits at Christmas time is making out Christmas cards with silly interior comments on the cover picture. These are horribly cheesy cards bought perhaps a decade ago, so it's a case of very-long-term recycling than anything else.
Anyway, here's Sophie's card:
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| See? Sophie's tree |
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| Conrad's immortal prose. ("Rob" is his Sunday best name) |
Not so fast, sonny! More specifically, it means "being clever - in knowingly defending a false proposition".
In other words, just about a textbook definition of BOOJUM!
Phew! A Narrow Escape
Whilst in the lounge this afternoon I was casting around the schedules on the television and - QUICK! QUICK! CHANGE CHANNELS! - for what was on BBC 1 but <shudder> - Mary Poppins.
| Mary, Popping |
* Yes a real thing.
** Still no mention of atom bombs or tanks, so I'm doing well, eh?
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