In that classic war film "Battle Of Britain" there is a scene where a hapless RAF officer is flying alongside a flight of Poles, doing their training. Up pops the Luftwaffe, full of bratwurst and bad intentions. The Poles instantly spot the Germans and break out into excitable Polish.
"Stop that Polish chatter and steer two three zero!" barks the RAF trainer.
Barry Foster IIRC |
Cue short rant by RAF trainer.
"Repeat please."
"Repeat please."
"Repeat please."
"Repeat please."
And he's alone in the sky.
Oh my friends - be warned by me. Conrad has been watching the 2012 remake of "Red Dawn" and it really does offend the sensibilities. I should have left it at having heard the Flophouse podcast review but Oh No! Not I!
What's wrong with the film? Do you have an hour or so? Actually I shall be merciful and break up the frothing nitric ire over a few days.
More like "Red Yawn" |
North Korea.
This is a nation that still hasn't developed a thermonuclear weapon, when the South Canadians managed their first one 65 years ago. Suddenly in RD the Norks have the capacity to stage an airborne invasion of the Pacific North-West?
Spokane, specifically, the strategic hub of - well, nowhere, really. Nor do the Norks bother to air-drop and capture the Air Force Base just outside the city, the one that can be clearly seen on Google Maps. No, instead they drop into Spokane's suburbs willy-nilly, suburbs chock-full of trees and houses that cause accident and injury to paratroopers.
Ah, the panty-waist Pacific North West, where nobody has a gun. If this had been in the South ... |
More Of Martial Marching
If you don't like the content tonight, go sit in the corner with your eyes shut, fingers firmly fixed in ears and clenching a bamboo skewer between your teeth.
For the rest of us, I refer you to another classic war film, "In Which We Serve" from 1953, where that effete playboy Noel Coward plays a convincing hard-bitten seadog. The thing that sticks in Conrad's mind is a scene at the quayside after the destroyer HMS Torrin delivers a load of evacuees from Dunkirk. The soldiers line up, bedraggled, bloody, limping and halt, looking like human detritus. Art?
A bunch of scruffs, in fact |
Nobody even daring to think "Repeat please" here |
Enough Of War, Let Us Have Cake!
Yes indeed. Sadly we cannot watch television programmes about baking on a Wednesday evening any longer, since "Bake Off" is now dead.
YES IT IS DEAD! DEAD DEAD DEAD! I will not accept any argument here.
Pausing only to let my heart-rate to return to normal, I shall merely indicate that Monday was Halloween, where the lovely Anna endeavoured to make the work environment a little more horrid than usual. Art?
Poison Ivy, before you ask |
You can just see my Halloween Pumpkin Cake peeking out of the small round tin. The artisan's from O'Rourke's Windows who fitted our new double-glazing on Tuesday apparently loved it, too.
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