Like The Wall, Pink Floyd Support All

It's True
Currently there's a bit of debate about where the Allotment* stands in the world ranking of major economies.  Although the more satirical claim we rank equally with Bhutan, the truth is that we are Number 5, which is a pity for the blog, as if it were Number 6 then that would open all sorts of opportunities to invoke "The Prisoner".

Number 11 - as good as Number 5 and 6 together.

     I know what you're thinking - "Hang on, this breaches polcy by being both a tad political and Current Affairs-y.  What is Conrad playing at?"
     Well, if it wasn't for the invisible earning, in addition to the balance of trade surplus, generated by the sale of Pink Floyd records, the Allotment's economy would indeed be way down, probably akin to that of Andorra.  This isn't Current Affairs since the Floyd's** record sales have been propping us up since 1973.
     "Oh yes?  Kindly supply proof, and quickly, too!" I hear you threaten.  What, is the Hollyoaks omnibus on soon?
     Very well, I shall lead you through a lap-dance of logic from Arnold Layne to <thinks> Z Nation.  Let the rotley begin!

The Flophouse - "The Sound of Thunder" (From A Short Story By Ray Bradbury)
And once again the journey into work is enlivened by the Flopsters riffing mercilessly on a film, which in this case is far less interesting than the wildly tangential comedy they provide.  Hard to believe that TSOT cost $80 million and yet looks like $80,000.  It ran out of money when the production company went bust, and before that severe flooding had hampered production, and before that - you see how I keep travelling back in time? - the director jumped ship.

Ben and his wig, Ed and his muffler

     Conrad would like to point out that causality was trying to tell these people something.  They ignored causality.  The fools!  The mad impetuous meddling fools - etc.
     Making a film out of Ray Bradbury's short story necessitates a vast amount of padding, because Ray's short story is really short.  People go back in time, tread on a butterfly by accident, returning to a changed future as a result.
     Here an aside.  HAVE THESE PEOPLE NEVER HEARD OF FENCES!
     Sorry.  My tidy mind was offended.

Would even an ankle-high fence have hurt?

     "Yes, but - Pink Floyd?" I hear you plead.  "When is the Pink Floyd?"
     Okay, let us cut short the drivel that is the film TSOT, because the short story is well worth reading.  Also, it's short, so it doesn't outstay it's welcome.  "Pithy" is the word I'd use to describe it, whilst "Pity" is more appropriate for the film.

"Delicate Sound Of Thunder"
By Pink Floyd.  There.  Are you happy now?  This is the double live album touring version of "Momentary Lapse of Reason" from 1988, and a far better way of spending your time and money than TSOT.  Art?

No wonder he's perched on a shooting-stick

     It's what came to mind immediately when I heard TSOT mentioned, even if "Delicate" cannot be applied to the film at all, as their CGI effects are uniformly dreadful.

Wait, Because There's More!
Conrad happened to notice that the Beeb were also hopping the Pink Floyd bandwagon, and strongly suspects a lot of the sinister suits slinking in seventh-storey suites are actually closet fans.  Let us produce evidence:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-cambridgeshire-37748713

     Or a link, at least.  Art, can you ferret out a picture?  Ta.

The late, great Roger "Syd" Barrett: composer of "Arnold Layne"

     Syd was very much the driving force of the band for years, being the good-looking one who sang and played magisterial guitar.  Unfortunately, he also seems to have inherited rather fragile mental health, which did not sit well with LSD, and he went off the grid in the early Seventies.  
     Nice to know he's getting a bit of credit now.  If he was still alive he'd probably be laughing up his sleeve, the madcap scamp.

And Now For The "Z" Part Of A-Z
"Z Nation" episodes 4 and 5, that is.  One cannot help but feel that there's a fair bit of padding here and in the next episode - it could have been edited down by 10 minutes.  
     In Episode 4 Our Gang arrives in town only to be greeted by Zeds and then the Red Hand Gang.

Band Campanology?

      Oh, and bullets.  Don't forget the bullets.  And what must be petrol bombs.  Surely they aren't wasting bottles of gin as Molotov cocktails?

"Can you please provide some liqeuer instead of all these spirits?"

     There's lot of explosions and Maddy - 
     Here an aside.  Maddy is suffering from severe toothache, and this really does demonstrate the end of the civilised world because, without dentists, an infected tooth is a suspended death sentence.  This makes a very pertinent point and makes it well.
     Okay, explosions, the Red Hand and - dynamite zombies!

Hilarious, no?

     Also whoopee cushions.  This show does not take itself too seriously.

     Then there's 10K, who spends a lot of time running in this episode and the next.

See 10K.  See 10K run.

     Not exactly running to anywhere, to be honest - remember what I said about editing? Run run run.  He also appears to have forgotten one of the series basic truths - Never Get Out Of The Boat - no, hang on, that was Apocalypse Now, wasn't it?  - Never Give Up Your Gun.  Which he does, and neglects to get hold of someone else's.

See 10K.  Still running.

     Good at running, not thinking.  Also good at fence-climbing, long jump and freestyle white-water swimming.

Also running

     Okay, okay, I've bashed that comedic stake firmly through the vampire's heart, the table it was lying on and the floor beneath.  Art?

See 10K.  See him stop running

     He's not running here, but only because he's been chained to a car.  And before you ask, not, it's not in running order.



*  The Allotment of Eden.  Britain!
** Us fans are allowed to use diminutive's like this.