Yes, that resounding retort of plastic-upon-plastic is a warning to Conrad about his alarm clock. Being set for eighty-thirty this morning, which I could ignore for another forty minutes, it now requires setting for the unpleasantly early hour of six a.m. since your modest artisan is due in for an early start at work. Which might be possible if the bus turns up on time - or turns up at all - and there aren't too many people waiting - that is, if the preceding service didn't break down again - and there aren't too many traffic jams and there aren't any roadworks.
"Greater Manchester Police warn of delays on the A57 into Manchester -" |
This is all before I even get into the office. Heaven alone knows what will be waiting there; probably a whole bank of empty seats, where ranks of colleagues have been thinned-out by the flu going around at present.
One of your five a day Drink it, keep flu at bay |
And yes I know calling avians "porcine" is mixing metaphors, but - once again! - whose blog is it?
The Two-Headed Monster That Spits Blood!
OR
Sunshine, Flowers And Happy Smiling Russians
Congratulations if you recognised a blurb from Alice Cooper's live tour of a couple of decades ago. When I say "spits blood! I am of course being metaphorical, as the beast in question spits out something that causes blood to be spilt.
"Come now, Conrad!" I hear you call. "Stop being coy and clickbaity and tell us what you're droning on about now."
Okay, here you go:
Undeniably two-headed |
Dalek's Great-grandaddy? |
"Mikki Mais"? |
You What?
Earlier today Conrad was indulging in one of his guilty pleasures, "Motorway Cops", of course about police tooling around in cars, accompanied by a camera crew.
No, no, that's not what this is about. In the commercial break Conrad mutes the sound and trawls the Guide, looking for anything interesting, and he found it.
"True Christmas" the channel. I think perhaps someone ought to give them a gentle nudge into 2016. And what was the film? "Submerged"; about the USN submarine "Squalus" and the recovery of her crew after she sank.
Well, one can imagine that the crew of a sunken submarine, hitherto doomed to a lingering death, might well feel that Christmas has come when they get rescued by a specialist diving chamber. But what about the rest of us?
They have got part of it painted red. Perhaps the interior is green and strung with fairy lights? |
Dangerous Doorstop
Conrad can tell which of Jenny (Cyborg Sentry Cat) or Edna (Mobile Alarm System) is entering the Upstairs Lair when the door is ajar, because Jenny pushes the door open, whereas Edna barges it with considerable speed. This necessitates your gifted author having to get up and close the door again, so I usually put a doorstop down. Previously this has been a shoe or a large book. Yesterday it was this:
Harmful Hot Water Bottle (ignore the feet) |
The tea in my cup, abiding to the laws of physics, however, continued on going, landing all around my feet.
"Must do something about that," I muttered to me. Did I write it down? No! So it remained purely theoretical.
Next time I barged the door open, the water bottle again sat firmly in place on the carpet, meaning your large and hefty scribe bounced off the bookcase below -
"Ouch!" said the bookcase |
So - learn from my mistakes! Never use a full hot water bottle as a doorstop.
I Made Lemonade
Since there were lots of lemons, this is pretty much a no-brainer, hmmm?
Wrong! You need to select fruit that have been around for a couple of weeks, if possible, as the skin on them thins out over time. This means the final drink is less bitter as there's a higher proportion of sugar-to-peel. The evidence for you skeptics:
I know you can't taste it. So you'll just have to trust. |
* To make sense of this, read yesterday's blog.
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