I spotted an hilarious, and poignant, article on the Beeb's website this Wednesday, and Thursday added in more details about prices paid. Herein a link:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-derbyshire-36468681
The essence of the article was that a collector of film memorabilia was selling of a tone of film and television memorabilia - which netted £90,000. He didn't want to sell, which is obvious by the lack of any quotes from or comments by him. No, it was all Wifey's idea and you got the impression that if he'd not sold it then she'd have divorced him, then put the house on the market and either binned all the collectables or -
- no, she'd have binned all the collectables.
Conrad, on reading this, felt a pang of sympathy for this hapless chap, being a collector myself. If I'd gone off to do that TEFAL course in China four years ago, would any of my books, CDs or DVDs still have been there on my return?
Enough about me and more of that Dalek. It went for £38,500 in a fierce bidding contest that demonstrates either sublime idiocy or idiotic sublimity across the globe. Excuse me for the weight joke - 38,000 lbs = 17.5 tons.
And look who got to relive his youth, eh?
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| That chap is the BBC's Chief Reporter in the East Midlands, the big kid! |
- here an aside. Those of us who grew up with the original Doctor Who are now old enough to be able to pay a very great deal of money indeed for it's relicts - or, on the other hand, to commission a television series about the displaced superheroes now surplus-to-requirements after they win The War ....
Enough of the Intro - on with the motley!
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| "Guess my weight" |
"Bleeding Edge" By Thomas Pynchon
As I have gloasted before, I now have pages of scribbled words and phrases from the novel above that have absolutely no resonance here in the UK. "Zabars, anyone?" I posted on Twitter, to have an explanation posted back that it's a trendy provider of delicacies on the Upper East Side. It would be an imposition to expect the good Tweeters over there to supply me with explanations, so I shall instead plod on with my own research, and here are the fruits of it (Penguin 2013 Edition:
Page 1: "Maxine Tarnow" - the surname apparently comes from a city in South East Poland, complementing Maxine's Jewish background.
Page 2: "Kugelblitz" - the name of the school that Max and Ziggy attend. It is German for "Ball lightning".
Page 4: "Dotcom meltdown" - a period from 1999 to 2001 where many speculatively founded internet firms went broke, although some not only survived but thrived.
Page 4: "Kvell" - Proud. I think this is Yiddish.
Page 6: "Danbury" - Formally, 'Danbury Federal Correctional Institution, Connecticut"
I shall mercifully pause there for you to digest this. Art?
| NO! Oh, what's the use. Tazer deployed |
Stap Me Gizzard, It's That Eddie Izzard!
If you are a dinosaur like Conrad then it is very difficult to adapt to the sight of a man wearing a dress and bright pink lipstick. I think it's the lipstick, with Eddie, I'm sure it's not really his colour -
- anyway, this post has nothing to do with pigmented-fat-in-a-tube, and rather more about Eddie's current tour of Universities. He is doing this to persuade young folks about the Referendum, and since that's Politics we shall avoid any further mention. Art?
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| Eddie and Darling Daughter |
Honey Vodka
On a whim your humble scribe decided to buy the two ingredients most needed for this concoction, honey and vodka, and only then decided to look up a recipe. This requires:
1.5 cups vodka
0.3 cup of honey
0.5 cup of water
1 cinnamon stick
Orange zest
"Cup" is not an arbitrary measure, it's one of those peculiar South Canadian metrics, although the end result here is more liquid going back into the vodka bottle than came out of it, so I either find a bigger bottle or swig a bit of the original. Tough choices, eh?
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| Conrad, perplexed. Or it might be wind. |
And we have hit count, for what might turn out to be Part 1 of today's scrivel.
Pip pip!
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