Not a title you ever expected to read in English. Well then don't be so damned Brittano-centric! Those Marinenjaegerkommandoen put a lot of work into protecting North Sea oil rigs I'll have you know, and because Norway has Political Correctness pretty much bred into it's bones, they allow ladies to apply for these special forces units. Art?
Lykke till! |
"Plan's changed. We go for the Gulf of Mexico instead." |
Red Dawn Redux
Yes, your modest artisan has more to say about this film. Towards the end of this farrago, one feels that the screenwriter had an attack of conscience, realised what a heap of steaming rhubarb-fodder they'd created and tried to make amends. Not only did they realise that their idol had feet of clay, all the rest of it was clay, too, and badly-cracked clay at that, overbalancing and about to fall over in a matter of minutes. So they tried to "Retcon" it and change up a gear into a MacGuffin search.
"Conrad! You're being so - so - harsh!" |
Where, come to think of it, is the National Guard? Or the Air Force? Or even Mister Everyday with his house crammed full of guns?
Hmmmm. |
Ah, I see.
No, I'm lying, actually I don't. What about the rest of the West Coast? "O noes the mighty fortress bastion citadel town of Spokane has been conquered!" and 100 million people collapse like a souffle in a cyclone.
Then they start to bang on about Electromagnetic Pulse used as a weapon, at which point my Frothing Nitric Ire boiled over -
- I shall have to go cool off and get back to you on this one.
"So - reading between the lines - you liked it?" |
Calming the savage breast and all that, and note that the "breast" here is the poetic one so we are still SFW. Art?
The piano, you fool, not the slutty teen selfie-takers! |
"A Tale Of Two Cities" By Charles Dickens
I started to read this after digging it out and rescuing it from the spiders at the back of the cupboard. A bit of a struggle; some of those spiders resemble an octopus wearing a fur coat.
If you're under a guillotine blade, "best" is probably not the word you're looking for |
Back to ATOTC, and I think I see where First Bus get their work ethic from, since the novel starts with a coach where the passengers have to get out and walk uphill. It's a hill, you see, a freak of nature utterly unexpected in it's fantastic rarity. Today's public transport laughs at the same, or, at the very least, snickers in an evil manner. Although we don't have to contend with highwaymen, as do Dicken's travellers. This is because First run such a slapdash and unreliable service that any bandit lying in wait would die of starvation or exposure long before he ever robbed a bus.
Art! You id - actually, no, this can stay |
And that's it for tonight as I'm off to Pub Quiz shortly.
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