Only Three Weeks Till Payday!

I Like To Start Off Positive
Mind you, on payday everyone and their uncle will be ringing to quibble about how they didn't get paid that king's ransom which they were almost certain got mentioned in the interview ...

WATCH OUT!  TERRIFYING ATOMIC DEATH ROBOT AT LARGE!
(Not to scale)

     Back to the positive.  Conrad awoke this morning to sunshine, which lasted until he got to the bus stop, (yes the 24 turned up on time and was a double-decker but it had NO METRO!), which almost qualifies as a summer day in toto.  Art?

No timestamp but trust me, this was 07:05 14/7/2016

     Ahem.  Permit me.

I took this whilst waiting for the bus.

Excuse me, please, for making a fuss.

It's just that  when the Sun comes out

We British like to dance and shout.

     Arriving at work dry has been a luxury of late thanks to normally walking through a vertical river.  Conrad has of late been reading about German naval special forces of the Second Unpleasantness and has felt at times as if he's been undergoing their particular brand of training.

Normality.

     Enough glib ad lib - on with the motley!

NO!  Art, have you been at the anthracite again?  You know it gives you St. Vitus Dance

Be Heedful Not Greedful
You know Conrad - will it fit in his mouth?  Then he eats it.  Never mind any of that nonsense about "Best Before" or "Sell By Date" stuff.  Take the delicious Polish frankfurter.  Art?


     NO!  Art, I'm getting my Tazer -

     Ah, redeemed in the nick of time.  Yes.  Conrad devoured half of a frankfurter yesterday until Wonder Wifey wondered, waspishly, whether that plastic wrapper ought to be removed before eating.
     Ooops.  Yes it should.  Well, it was only a thin plastic wrapper, and I only ate half of it, so of course my stomach was fine.

Further Of Film
Don't blame me, it's all the film studios pitching their entertainment for the summer season, at least in those countries with predictable weather patterns.  We here in the Pond of Eden, and Iceland, are the honourable exceptions.  ADVANCE TO CONTACT!
     "The Ones Below":  What, are we keeping people in the cellar now?  Don't tell me, this is a remake of "Cellar Dweller" - Oh!  No, I get it, another horrid grey slice of strife about miners.  Coal and prole, to coin a phrase.

Minors

     "Ghostbusters": The hideous farrago continues.  Look at the Chip-Shop Wrapper, pimping the Film That Shall Not Be Named.  Even the reviewer damns it with faint praise:  it's not as terrible as it might have been.

Bah.  BAH I SAY!

     More importantly, check out the upper right and The Real Ghostbusters.  Yay!  By a strange coincidence this is the same photo that Conrad used to represent The Real Ghostbusters earlier this week.  I think I can read the sub-text here - even the editor prefers THE REAL GHOSTBUSTERS to the FTSNBN.

The one and only truly original.

     "Men And Chicken": no, not to be confused with that rather peculiar South Canadian animation "Cow and Chicken".  It is, in fact, just what the world so desperately needs - a bonkers Danish comedy about idiots and chickens.  Proof that the Danes (but perhaps not the Swedes) are not misery made mortal, all drab grey policiers like <thinks> The Bridge.

Make A Film Awfully British
Conrad apologises in advance for all the bad puns, he just finds this Twitter site too tempting to resist.  Second out round two:  Murder On The 18:20 From Hampton Parva; The Jingle Book; The Rattle of Britain; Bravefart; The Mancunian Candidate; Earth Versus The Flying Teacups; The Beast from 19.72 Nautical Miles; Carts; The Good Life, the Bad and the Ugly.

Well, they're laughing.

"Latifundia"
Another of those words that simply pop up in my mind with no rhyme or reason.  I blame my subconscious and memory - Oscar and Steve - treacherous rascals both whom you can't trust not to swig the port if you're out of the room.
     "Yes yes yes, Conrad, do hurry up, the latest episode of "Preacher" is waiting" I hear you quote.  No spoilers please!
     Okay, it means a very large agricultural estate, growing large amounts of produce for export.  Latin origin, of course - "Latus" meaning "Spacious" and "Fundus" meaning "Farm".  In the days of Rome they were worked by slaves; the modern South American version is worked by peasants.
     You could argue that the Sinister-era Kholkhoz, or collective farm, was a version of this, with the workers being a cross between peasants and slaves.  They certainly didn't knock themselves out in producing anything; except potatoes, because you can distill vodka from taters.

In Russia, this is just for starters

     And there we have it for tonight.