Tremble In TERROR, Tom!

Yes, Raw, Quivering, Primeval TERROR!
None of that "slightly paler skin and a touch of sweat terror" you see in the magazines, I'm talking about the - what's that?  What kind of magazines do I read?  None of your business, and stop sidetracking the post*.  
     Oh yes, indeedy, my thunderbolts are out for young Tom.  Thunderbolts, giant hailstones and orbital kinetic energy weapons, too.
     "O Lord Aloft!" I hear you exclaim.  "What has he done?  Spilt tea on your latest issue of "The Goon"?  Smeared greasy fingerprints on your hardback edition of the "Codex Seraphinianus"?  Bought you two tickets for "Miss Saigon"?"

Conrad:  thinking, drinking and plotting Tom's destruction.
Who says  a man can't multi-task!

     None of the above.  He's the fort- 
     "Where can you get those interesting-sounding magazines?" I hear you interrupt, again.  Once again, NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! 
     Tom, as I started to say, is the recipient of a loaned DVD, that of "Forbidden Planet", and the rogue isn't going to finish watching it - scarcely credible I agree (cue chorus of critical cat-calls) gentle reader**! - because he mentally jibbed at the idea of Robbie The Robot being a source of wonder to people who travelled in a Faster Than Light pie-dish.  I don't think his ape's brain was all that impressed by the Krell, either.
     Can I, in the spirit of mischief, persuade him that "Sharknado" is a critical masterwork that he cannot live without seeing?  It would be sweet sweet revenge ...

Today's Travel Tale
Note the absence of "trauma" in the title.  This may be a short item.  The bus is on time, and a double-decker - no Metro, however - and so far (as I write this on the way into work) it hasn't blown up or burnt down.
     Yet.
     Of course, the cyborg War Wallabies might still be waiting for us in Chadderton, in which case tell everyone that I went down fighting bravely -

Yes yes yes, more robot than cyborg.
D'you know how hard it is to find cyborg wallaby pictures?

     Now, let the phaeton of phantasy be rolled out decorously and carefully, past the heaped rubbish that used to be the motley, the gallimaufry and the pantechnicon.

The Bomarc Missile
An item at the time that Herman Kahn was writing his second edition of "On Thermonuclear War", this thing really looks the part of a nuclear-tipped interceptor.  Designed to destroy incoming Sinister bomber formations, it's actual use at several kilometres height might well have generated a sufficiently large EMP to instantly kill the radar equipment it was protecting.  Oh well.  Eggs and omelettes.
  Art?

Blast off

     Their deployment was interesting.  Stored horizontally, it was covered by a retractable shelter that split and separated; the missile then erected vertically (Freud would have loved this stuff), the erector detached and off went Bo.  Far easier and cheaper than digging out a vast subterranean silo, though conversely only capable of sustaining a few p.s.i.
     Herein the link to a short Youtube clip of it in action:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MvEnFyQCuz8

     Conrad has to admit they look rather creepy as they align upright with no apparent human input.  Since they never got used in real life, he suspects the Sinisters and their air force found them equally as forbidding.

You What?
This is an issue Conrad didn't know existed until earlier this week, because he has a mild dislike of The Muppets - except for Mad Harry - and takes pains to avoid them.
     So - Doctor Who and - Muppets.  This is bizarre and worrying.  Very worrying.  Believe me, this is the thin end of the wedge, first it's daffy denim Daleks -

Terry Nation spins in his grave -

     - and cute cuddly Cybermen -

- to the whirring accompaniment of Kit Pedler and Gerry Davis

     - and the next thing you know it's HUMANITY UP AGAINST THE WALL!
     Just you wait and see.

Mad Harry.  What's not to like?

     Right, I'm going to end a bit sooner than usual as Darling Daughter has come up to visit and we don't often see her.  Don't fret, we had a chinwag before BOOJUM! began.

*  I can sidetrack however often I feel like, it's my blog
** Unless you are Tom reading this, in which case you're making yourself a static target, Tom, and those orbital kinetic energy weapons are very very accurate ...