What Ho, Old Chap!

In Which Your Humble Scribe Witters On A Bit
Or, business as usual.  If you know Conrad personally, for which you already have my apologies, then you know he likes to salt his conversation with authentic RAF slang along the lines of the title, interspersed with the occasional "Chin Chin!"  "Pip Pip!", and "Engaging Emm Eee Oh-Nine at two hundred yards with deflection".
     Given that he also likes to use long words acquired in half a century's worth of reading, it is fair to say that your modest artisan's language is Not Of This World, or at the very least slightly different.  This is why reading "Murder Must Advertise" was a peculiar experience; Lord Peter Wimsey takes on the undercover role of a copywriter in an advertising agency, and his dialogue (if you imagine a refined Received English accent eve sharper than mine) was pretty much like reading my speech.
     Which leads us onto Armstrong and Miller.

Bloods, innit.

     Coincidentally, just as Pete had recommended Dave Gorman, so Tom recommended Armstrong and Miller and their skit on RAF slang*.  "Very funny," he opined, so I checked them out on Youtube and - he's right.  The joke is that these two are impeccably dressed as RAF fighter pilots, in a setting of their aerodrome ready room or canteen, set circa 1942 and yet they converse in Modern Chav.  "No way!"  "Fo' sho', they ain't uniform or something, blood."  Amusing in small amounts.  Plus, I guessed at 1942 and this link is from mid 1941 -

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_b1Y-Rl_Uo

     Caution!  I haven't watched the whole thing, so am unclear if it is ENTIRELY Safe For Work.
     With that Intro out of the way, let us go forward together -**

A Brief Moment Of Domestic Harmony
Here we have a shot of Jenny, snugly contorted in her Cat Igloo and fast asleep of a Saturday morning.  Art?

Sleeping the sleep of the just

     This is unusual because out of shot below is a plate of toasted hot cross buns and a bowl with three kinds of ice cream.  Normally madame here would be out, sniffing what's been cooked and trying to sneak closer to the bacon, un-noticed.  Failing that it's "Oh!  A book!  An open invitation to sit upon it."

Gloasting Of Pub Quiz
I think I might have mentioned, in an off-hand, understated, subtle and modest way that we triumphed at the Pub Quiz on Thursday.  33 points out of 50, and Conrad was - I believe the phrase is "on fire" - jolly effective.  Allow me to inform you:
     Q) Who wrote "Beau Geste"?
     A)  P.C. Wren
     Q)  Which German scientist invented Quantum Theory?
     A)  Max Planck (Einstein was Swiss)
     Q)  What does "C.A.T." stand for?
     A)  Computerised Axial Tomography
     Then there was the peculiar question and answer "Who wrote 'The Citadel'?" which as any fule no is A. J. Cronin.  However, Quizmaster Steve said the answer was "Consignia".  Which, as Phil pointed out, is the holding company for the Post Office.  Conrad, ever one to hair-split if it means proving his intellect, Googled the matter and found that Consignia is indeed a company that resides in The Citadel.

Site of Dell's Citadel?

Doctor Strangelove:  Shakicam
Or, if you prefer, hand-held camera scenes.  For a film-maker noted for his clinical precision in staging shots, normally a precisionist-counselling-perfection, Stanley Kubrik also knew how to use hand-held cameras or steadicams to get best effect, and in DSOHILTSWALTB he does this very effectively in the scenes of assault on Burpelson Air Force Base.   Art?

The convoy approaches

     It's hard to convey the impression with still photos, but the lack of focus, jarring and switching of viewpoint all make this very effective.

The convoy, attacked

     All the more so as it cuts between here, Colonel Ripper in his office and the War Room.

The irony of the sign ...

     Stan enjoys himself blowing and burning up every car in sight:

Ha!  Take that, car!

I also noticed an oddity.  Take a look at the sub-machine gun wielded by this particular soldier:

Left small to keep definition

     Any gun nut will instantly recognise this as the German MP38, a weapon never issued to American forces.  Presumably, given it's name, Burpelson is smack in the middle of apple-pie-'n'-Mom South Canada, so you can't argue he's using local colour.

The HQ building gets a right tonking

     The front of this building gets riddled by gunfire, all very authentic with bullet strikes and tracer rounds, shorter but just as convincing as the urban combat in Full Metal Jacket.
     There you are.  I think that's exhausted the exploitation of "Dr Strangelove" for the moment, although we may revisit in future if I can think of the slightest reason.

Proof Positive
You ought to know by now that your talented typist is basically a walking sweet-tooth (a bowl of ice cream for breakfast should have tipped you off).  I can offer a little evidence to back up this assertion/craving/proud declamation, thanks to the eagle-eyed Wonder Wifey.  Art?

     Spotted in the Red Cross Shop and a bargain at £1.50.




*  Before I poisoned him, so you can trust this recommendation.
** I nicked this from a Churchill speech.  Tee hee!