Conrad In The Car Park

Don't Go, It Gets Better
This is easier to read than "Shadrach In The Furnace" and less schmaltzy than "Gidget In Trouble"*.  You'll notice that Conrad, with his gift for literary pendantry, does not state "on the car park", and this is because this car park is in the basement of The Electric Goldfish Bowl, my workplace.

An interior shot

     Conrad ended up here on Monday as, with a dangerous combination of (misplaced!) sense of confidence and a lack of direction, he went to find the Post Room.  And got lost in the Car Park on Level -2.  There he discovered that you can leave via the stairwells, but you cannot get back in, due to air pressure.  How this works after you park your car is rather a mystery, although we will trust that smarter, yet less attractive, people have studied this problem and have a solution.
     Now, picture the scene, since it really was as barren of all human life as in the photograph above:  Conrad, not known for bravery or fortitude (unless you try stealing his food) having visions of wandering the unforgiving concrete caverns until, years later, his bleached, rat-gnawed bones are found in a corner, his last dying words scratched into the breeze-block wall with a blunted pen.
     Then I found a door held ajar by those same air pressure issues and, sobbing like a little girl manfully setting my jaw, I strode forth and got to the Post Room.

Marmite
A very British foodstuff.  Also divisive, as you either love it or hate it, there is no middle ground.  Normally your humble scribe consumes it as a hot drink, however today he's got that packet of Marmite Flavoured Cashews and is going to nibble on them during the daytime.  Yes, I've had them before so I know I'll like them.

Proof

     The empty packet.  In the background is the non-proprietary jar of Asda's own-brand Yeast Extract, which is about £1 cheaper than the real thing, and noticeably different in texture, too.  It doesn't "string" the way real Marmite does, which is an improvement - if you get Marmite on the cap threads it will set like glue.
     Incidentally, last night Conrad witnessed Americans trying British snacks and one of them was Marmite on toast.  This really threw them.  "Intensely salty and savoury" was their judgement.  Well yes!  that's it's appeal!  Kudos to the foolhardy chap who tried a whole teaspoon straight out of the jar.

Carol's Impeccable Taste
Out sipping coffee post-work with friends, Conrad was very favourably impressed with Carol's knowledge of John Carpenter soundtracks.  She gave the thumbs-up to his soundtrack of "Assault On Precinct 13", declaring that you can always tell one of his soundtracks and that it helped make the film.  She was almost sneeringly dismissive of the remake, because - no JC soundtrack.
     Then - in today's coincidence - this cropped up on Facebook last night:

The tee, not the bike seat!

     If you need to know, it's a sweatshirt featuring info from "The Thing**", which is pretty cool (if a little pricey).  Unfortunately it's also a crowd-funded thing and so might never get to exist.

Then There's This -
Conrad never tires of pouring his citric venom onto the Twits and the Foobs, because they're such easy targets.  Catherine yesterday asked if your gifted author could play any musical instrument.  No, replied Conrad, not really - unless knocking seven shades of shinola out of a triangle counted.
     Now that we've got our heads round Conrad's utter LACK of musical ability, talent or skillset, let us examine this "Suggested Post":

Digital sheet music?
I don't think so.

Now, I apologise for ending tonight's post a little early and a hundred words short of the usual.  This is allowed, because once again - whose blog is it?  Also I have been out after work at a minor social function that I myself organised, meeting the lovely wonderful marvellous quite-spiffing Anna, which means only getting home at 8:30 p.m.  Whilst I have thrown together a quick lunch for tomorrow, I've not had any tea yet, so - Mister Stomach taking precedent - I am going to post and then toast.

Oh!  That's brought the word total almost up to normal.  Well there you go.  Pip pip!


* The first a sci-fi novel by Robert Silverberg, the second might be a film.  Or not.
** There is only the 1982 version as far as BOOJUM! is concerned.