Bikinis! And Big Big -

 - Bombs, Actually
And no, you dirty-minded rascals, that's not a typa*.
     "I say, he's not just gone off the rails, he's dug up the sleepers and put them on a bonfire," I hear you say.
     Putting aside your rather worrying attitude to the railway network, I shall exposit a bit.
     Normally, any mention in the media of Bikini Atoll is treated as an excuse to flaunt female flesh.  Ferociously!
     Don't worry, BOOJUM! isn't going to abandon our SFW policy.  We are, and will remain, <ahem> Sassy But Classy.  Instead of nearly naked nubiles** we shall have - 
     ATOMIC FOOFOODILLIES!

There you go

     Bikini Atoll, apart from bestowing a gift upon the eyes of men, was where the South Canadians did their Big Bang Bomb testing back in the Forties and Fifties, at a time when the approach to designing, building and testing these things might be termed "gleefully enthused".  If you so much as raised the possibility of fallout and pollution and a high background count you'd have received a narrow-eyed look of suspicious hostility and a question about when you joined the American Communist Party?
     Well, now that the Intro is the outro, we can commence with the wild swinging motley!
Hmm, How Can I Put This?
Not sure if you'll catch the full flavour of this, yet I will endeavour to paint a word-picture.
     I have mentioned listening to the Mission Log podcast, possibly a little more than you would have liked***, en route to that modern equivalent of Tyre and Nineveh (Manchester).  Degsy, the man with a plan, or perhaps the Tech with a Deck, plays it on his Portable Devil Box.  In the close confines of a car, not a problem.  Within the vastness of the Mansion a remarkably odd thing happens - at one room removed, it sounds uncannily like birds squawking in a frantic feathered fandango.
     Truly.  Art?

     Hmmm.  I think we'll go with that.

Conrad - Not Big On Spirits
My dad, a Scotsman to the bone, will probably revolve in his grave when I confess to not liking whisky very much.  Nor gin, which seems to have been invented in order to bring a challenge into the life of people, and certainly not rum.  Nor brandy, which possesses, for your humble scribe, all the appeal of cough medicine mixed with pepper.
     So!  Art?

     I will make an exception for this^.

Bringing Springing
Wonder Wifey has revealed an unexpected talent for growing vegetables, not merely flowers.  Heck, we knew she could raise flowers last year.  Take these chaps, for example:

Being beans

     These are - or will be, we are solemnly assured - beans.  Dwarf beans.

Tomatoes

     There was also a strawberry, which was watched over with loving attention by Conrad, who loves him some strawberries.  Plus, you know your humble scribe by now - always up for a bit of malicious entertainment at other people's expense, and it was splendidly rewarding to make WW quiver in fear by dropping gentle hints about EATING HER STRAWBERRY.
     Alas no longer possible, she's plucked it and it now resides in the freezer.

"Critter"
A portmanteau word of my very own devising.  It combines "Crime" and "Twitter" and it's not part of BOOJUM!'s bloglossary of strange invented words.  No.  In my other guise as a scribbling novelist, I came up with the concept of "Viva Libre!", a detailed background of how real-life superheroes might develop.  Except in the UK, because we have a slightly different outlook on life than the South Canadians.

 - although not in this case

     Anyway, Critter.  I doubt the MSS would ever be picked up by a publisher on the basis of this word alone, since those Twitter people probably retain high-priced high-powered^^ lawyers.  It's a social media network where content is generated by you, the public, using it to inform "The Talents", as they are known, of criminal activity taking place.  In this way the nearest or most relevant Talent can go tackle them.
     Most of the Talents consider themselves to be superhero crimefighters; the police, however, consider them to be dangerous illegal vigilantes, so there is a risk of a Critter message being an entrapment attempt.  That lends it a bit of dramatic tension.
     I rather thought Critter would get around the problem of how your superheroes know when and where a crime is being committed.  This way the public work for you and you don't need to cruise around listening to police broadcasts and trying to decipher them, nor an army of paid informants.
   What do you think?

"Thank you for making my life harder.  Really.
I'll come round and we'll have drinks."

* Although that is
** Babes in bikinis
*** Although I love my line "Ol' Maddy can practically feel that throbbing positronic brain in his hot sweaty trembling fingers!"
^  And indeed may be trying to make Honey Vodka later tonight.
^^  But not super-powered, because that would be silly^^^.
^^^  And super-powered lawyers is an awful concept.