True Bluu

Aha!  Fooled You
And no, you haven't caught your humble scribe out in a case of mis-spelling.  That spelling up there is intentional and correct.  
     "Leaving do at "Bluu" stated Becca" (more properly Rebecca) "Because everyone knows where it is."
     Almost everyone.
     You are doubtless already several leagues ahead and know the end result. Unfortunately you still have to put up with your humble scribe plodding his pedantic way through his personal anecdote of perplexed disorientation.
     No, Conrad, not "Norwegian Blue" in the Printworks.  Art?

<sigh>

     "Hmmm," pondered your humble scribe.  "Must be in the Northern Quarter - er - somewhere."
     No, Conrad, not the Blue Pig Pub.  Art?

Art!

     Oops again.  Finally your errant scribbler stumbled across Bluu, which is fortunate as the rain had begun to intensify.  Here's an interior shot to prove I did get it right:

The cast assembles

     Once inside and bedded-in, we moved downstairs, where - O Divine Wonder! - the sound levels were low enough that you could hear one another without shouting, semaphore or sign language.  In Conrad's limited experience, this is passing rare in clubs.
     Make a note, revellers.
     Oh, here's Becca.  

Lack of focus = entirely Conrad's fault

     It's alright to post this as I asked in advance.

You What?
Ah, yes, there are certain constants in life.  For one, Conrad will always insult First Bus at every chance he gets; politicians will remain untrustworthy unprincipled unscrupulous liars; the sun will rise and - sorry it took so long to get here - the Foobs and the Twits will continue to "Suggest" bizarrely inapplicable websites and applications.  Viz:

Eh?

     With no trace of his customary sneering sarcastic ignorance, Conrad can claim he has NO IDEA what the hell this about, nor what it's promoting.  Apparently a battle between laser-eyed Cycloptic cyborgs?
     My point underlined.  Viz again:

Grease, apparently

     Grease.  A musical, so Conrad has never seen it and can confidently predict that he's never going to.  Not only that, it came out in 1979* when my musical tastes ran to i)  Prog and ii) Punk, with a faint dash of iii) Classical, so Grease, or "Schleime" to give it the more apt German name, got a two-fingered salute that is still up there.  Conrad - still hates all musicals!

On The Other Hand
We have a post from the Peter Cushing Appreciation Society that combines two things Conrad makes time for:  Peter Cushing and wargaming.  Allow me to paste the image in as I hate to think what Art would import:

Too small to read here, but that book is entitled "Little Wars"

     Here we see Peter, archetypal English gentleman, planning WORLD DOMINATION!  Or similar.  Perhaps only the Continent** - after all mustn't overdo it, old chap.  Take note that this is a publicity shot from the Fifties, before modern wargaming really took off, so Peter (never EVER "Pete") is using the rules created by H.G. Wells - yes THAT H.G. Wells - called "Little Wars" and published around 1895.  Not sure if they include rules for machine guns as they were newly arrived then.

"Ambivalent"
Back to didactics***.  You know what this word means, essentially being in two minds about something, each mind being diametrically opposed to the other.  Normally I would haul in a ready barb about First Bus, yet I would like to be fresh and novel today.  Let me think - Old Speckled Hen.  A nice drink indeed - in moderation.  Too much of it and you fall over.
     It is surprisingly difficult to find the etymology of Ambivalent.  I have persevered, though, and here we have it's Latin roots:  "Ambo" meaning "Both" and "Valentia" meaning "Strength".
     I was a bit ambivalent about posting about ambivalent as the information was somewhat sketchy, yet I'd spent time on it, so - here we are.

Mews "+-" which must be ambivalent.
Mustn't it?

Entertaining Edna
Whilst dogsitting this afternoon, Conrad took the opportunity to film Edna dealing with her "Dog Brick", which I have a picture of:

     One places a treat under the movable plastic pieces, puts the Brick on the floor and then films the hilarious results:

     Which you can't see as the file is too large.  O well.  Here's Edna on her Comfy Human Cushion instead:

* It may not have but my time is precious and I'm not taking any of it up to check
** "Europe" for those of you who don't live locally.
*** Teaching, lecturing or ranting, depending on perspective