It All Becomes Clear

No!  Not The Wretched Weather -
 - although, true to type, it has become sunny and warm, just in time for Conrad to end up cooking in his coat en route to the bus stop.
     I was actually referring to "The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway" - no, no, Peter, no need to hide in the cupboard.  Not today.  This double concept album is rich pickings indeed for the cynical, the scrofulous and the seedy*, and I have previously dismissed it as arrant nonsense created by gluing back together the shredded carcasses of 100 issues of "Bunty".  However, I did get hit with a thought about the whole concept behind the lyrics and have figured it out, definitively.  Well, for today at least.

She won't get far running like that.

     One aside, if I may, before nailing TLLDOB to the wall:  Genesis were a quintessentially English rock group, and it is somewhat surreal to see them singing about South Canadian pop culture (Marshal MacLuhan and Caryl Chessman anyone?) in a New York street setting.  I wonder how it would have gone down set in Moscow?

     Conrad's impeccable analysis states:  It Was All A Dream.  That's the SFW version, anyway.  Recall the line "Rael Imperial Aerosol kid, Exits in the daylight, his spray-gun hid" and also "He's forgotten what he did."
     The sub-text here is obvious, gentle reader!  Rael's been a naughty lad, down in the NY subways spraying graffiti on the walls and trains, in enclosed spaces with no ventilation; bear in mind this is the early Seventies, where Health and Safety as regards solvents was a fascinating concept of the far future.

Well I dunno about that - South Canada being a Republic and all ...

     Conclusion:  Rael is off his box on paint fumes.  It Was All An Hallucination.
     Okay, Intro over, let us ever so gingerly push out the frail fretworked phantasy and hope it doesn't melt in the rain.

     Incidentally, TLLDOB would simply not have worked in a Sinister setting.  The Sinisters loved their Moscow Underground with an unholy religious fervour; anyone daring to try scrawling "IVUN WUZ ERE" on the tiling or carriages would be shot dead on the spot, then taken outside and shot by a firing squad just to make sure, and then shot a bit further just to make the point.

I dare you to even think of a spray can!

     Right!  Having slandered the Sinisters, let us move on to things not being clear**.

Misty Mountain Hop
Continuing with the Seventies British rock theme, I stole this title from a Led Zeppelin song, and I don't even care, so Ha!
     The title approximates what I was doing this morning as the bus was 10 minutes behind schedule for no good reason.  Perhaps an army of cyborg War Wallabies were wreaking woe in Wochdale?  Whatever.  Your humble scribe stood at the kerbside, bouncing from one foot to another in anger and frustration, which is the closest you'll ever get him to hopping.  Got my dignity to preserve, you know.  Art?

     Observe the mist in the distance, and the fact that we're on a hill - which is really a mountain being modest - and you can see why the title.  
     It puzzles your humble scribe how a bus can be 10 minutes late when the journey to this bus stop takes 10 minutes anyway.  Years of practice, I suppose.

Conrad:  All The Pens, All The Time
Let me be clear on this.  Art?

Humourless pedant with pens: a still life

     That's me with 32 pens, and I intend to get more this weekend.  Because NO!  you can never have too many pens.
     Conrad:  ALL THE PENS!  ALL THE TIME!

"Oi!  Conrad!  No more nicking our song titles!"

     Oops.  Moving swiftly along -

An Occasional Lesson: How To Speak Cat
When learning Cat, dear Human, remember that as a member of Homo Sapiens, you are i)  Inferior and ii) Wrong.  Bear these two guiding principles in mind and all else will follow.  Also remember that much Cat is conveyed via non-verbal communication, as below. Art?

Bedded-in, you might say

     This pose means "Yes, foolish human?"  and may be underlined by a slow and mocking blink of the eyes.  Note the assured air of innate coolness, and the failure to move.  Especially the failure to move.

"Oi!  Conrad!  Don't even think about it!"

*  All my better qualities.
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