Just holes. We'll get onto holes presently, in the meantime Conrad would like to address you about quantum physics.
- and weasels. Don't forget the weasels |
Here he is, pretending to smile. |
Having hammered that concept of intellectual difficulty into the floorboards, let us move on.
Holes.
Art! No! Wrong in the right way. |
ROAD AHEAD CLOSED ACCESS ONLY
This concept has to be repeated three times because it is fantastically difficult for the human mind to grasp, or at least so I believe from taking Edna Wunderhund for a walk to see this monster. Art?
The beast up close |
What does not fill your humble scribe with confidence for catching a First Bus to work on Monday is what I witnessed earlier this afternoon from my pose on the settee. This gives a grandstand view of the road and traffic upon it, and I was surprised to see a 409 bus travel downhill.
"They surely can't have repaired the road already?" I mused, and indeed the evidence above shows not.
Minutes later the very same 409 came reversing back uphill, with an extremely sheepish looking driver at the wheel. I suppose, being First Bus, they just expected him to acquire knowledge of this road closure and route amendment by a process of mental osmosis.
There you have it. Quantum Physics and "ROAD CLOSED" - concepts amazingly difficult for the human mind to grasp.
Albert Einstein, where are you when we need you? |
You could call this "sohtab", for it is the opposite of "bathos", which is going from the sublime to the ridiculous. Or you could slap Conrad around the chops for being too clever by far*.
Here we have a bundle of buns, to coin a phrase. A Bounty of Buns. A Bunty? Art?
For the breadhead |
Then there's this:
Mysterious, eh? |
"Looks Vietnamese," she advised. Your humble scribe, who has the befitting sin of the cat - nosiness, curiosity or inquisitiveness depending on your viewpoint - butted in and looked at the packet. "Trung Nguyen" is definitely Vietnamese, I confirmed.
There was a whole pack of these in the kitchen, left by someone who didn't like. Conrad presumes they bought these whilst on holiday in Vietnam, discovered that they were milk powder, coffee and sugar combined and got rid of.
Here is where your humble scribe scored big in terms of brownie points with Wonder Wifey. Art?
A pair of lemon tarts, going for 27p instead of £1.97. This appealed both to Wonder Wifey's thrift gland and tastebuds.
Finally -
The weasel. Conrad has been fighting a lonely one-man campaign for you to see the weasel as it really is, our ferocious friend, a diminutive dancing demon-dentalled death-dealer that ensure we are not over-run by vermin.
Rabid weasel, do you have any comments?
"Yes - RRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" |
* And yet still baffled by Quantum Physics
** Because they won't fit.
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