You know BOOJUM! - no politics. Although Mr Al Tikrit wouldn't really be current affairs seeing as how he is growing flowers from underneath.
No, what I mean is Conrad's take on an acronym that he came across in an Io9 article about the film "Repoman": SADM.
"Not good enough, Conrad!" I hear you say. "Proof!"
Okay. Art?
You asked, you got |
If you're staying then take note of what Cohen describes: Strategic Area Denial Munition. That wouldn't be applicable to a neutron bomb - they are strictly tactical in use, that is over a comparatively small area. What Cohen describes also sounds more like a radiological weapon rather than a
"What?" I can hear you asking, "Is one of those? And do we really want to know?"
Welcome to the wonderful world of non-nuclear weapons! Kind of. A radiological weapon is one that uses a radioactive payload that is scattered by an explosive charge; no knowledge of nuclear physics needed, just how to make an IED. If set off at height and with a prevailing wind, such a weapon could contaminate square miles - hence the "Strategic" part of our acronym, and it would certainly "Deny" it to people. Can't really see people queuing up to enter a zone where every breath risks cancer.
More Of SADAM
Now, Conrad knowing entirely too much about atomic foofoodillies, he can actually confirm that there is a "Special Atomic Demolition Munition". Art?
To give scale |
They were intended to be used against static point targets like bridges, tunnels, airports, vehicle parks, ammunition dumps and so on, and would have been sneaked behind enemy lines** by South Canadian special forces.
That claim in the Io9 article about "hundreds" of SADMs being stolen from the former Sinisters is a load of spindizzy whistle, incidentally. None have gone off in the 25 years since the Sinisters collapsed. Not only that, they only remain viable for about 9 months before having to be dismantled, overhauled and re-assembled. In a lab. By experts.
General Lebed. Give the Sinisters their due, they were good at hats. |
Monday Night's Gig
As mentioned earlier this week, Ian was promoting a gig at the Castle Hotel with three acts, one of whom I already knew about. So I bought a ticket and turned up for the performance, also incidentally necking a whole lot of real ales along the way***. And yes, I was once again the oldest man in the room.
Up first was Nick Hudson with a female violin-playing partner. He cautioned that he might change pitch occasionally as he kept getting electric shocks from the microphone. Art?
Didn't get the lady's name. Sorry! |
Next up was an immensely tall young man - "DBH" - which might be his initials. He played finger-picking guitar very melodically, and you could tell it was live because of the hissing and popping interference that cropped up. He covered a Hendrix song that your embarassed auteur didn't recognise^. Art?
One man and his hat |
He also made a comment about seeing the same faces returning in his Manchester gigs. Not I! First time for me. Being old and all that.
Toby Driver. Aptly named - he's been gigging across Europe |
Toby gets two photos as he was headlining |
* And The Metro, which is less classy
** Let's not be coy: behind the Sinister's lines
*** SO untypical
^ It wasn't "All along the watchtower"
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