You cannot accuse me of luring you in with the title of a classic rock album this time, if in fact any of my recent posts have featured same - which is simply an amazing coincidence if true, and I'm not admitting it.
Today, rather than banging on about Christmas - and s'Ryestvom Christovim to all you out there - I think we'll travel back in time to the 19th December, which happened to be Darling Daughter's 23rd birthday, and our trip to Mi & Pho, that handily-located restaurant just a few minutes from her current digs. Art?
Good evening, Vietnam |
Er - yes. |
I don't think this gives a sense of scale - that plate had a small hillock of food present; Sal had the same and couldn't finish it, so it was ask the nice staff for a takeaway tub.* Your hungry, humble hack had no such problem. Art?
Ha! Once again, today's title justified |
Then, entirely unexpectedly, those nice staff brought out a couple of pieces of cake with a candle, and DD was embarassed by an impromptu "Happy Birthday".
I did weaken and have a small spoonful. |
Conrad Is Uncertain
I don't know about you, but I grew up with the BBC's flagship drama-reconstruction series "Doctor Who". You know, the one about all those alien invasions that always seemed to be threatening a quarry or sandpit just outside London. Apparently there was a long hiatus between alien invasions and it vanished between 1989 and 2005; who knew aliens were so tardy in real-estate reclamation?
There has been a single constant in these retellings of what happened in that sandpit, in that "Doctor John Smith" - the UNIT codename for whoever holds their "Special Scientific Advisor" post - has always been portrayed by a man. Art?
Proof! |
All this and brains, too |
Oh, okay, Jamie and Adric |
If you follow the blog with any regularity - and you should, because that's the only way your descendants are going to survive the invasion from my alien compatriots - then you should know our resident Small Domesticated Wolf (Edna) is big on chewing things to bits. This is why your modest artisan is careful to keep his bamboo skewers out of both her clutches and her jaws - they splinter. But they do have 101 uses around the home!
Anyway, witness yet another victim of her gnawing impatience. Art?
Dismembered! |
2 Men In A Tank
I don't know if you're aware of Lindybeige, who makes somewhat esoteric Youtube videos on military subjects as varied as 'How long did it take a hoplite to put their armour on" and "Bren gun versus MG34 - which is better?". A link -
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9pgQfOXRsp4UKrI8q0zjXQ
There you go. Beware, there is also some dancing. Esoteric, like I said.
Lindy, with tank for scale |
Nicholas, with tank for scale. |
Lindy having a moment of panic there |
This, with two lanky great chaps added-in |
Well, yes, conceded Lindybeige - but a British tank regimental beret looked far more stylish ...
Well, that's enough of - no, hang on, let me just check on Donald Fagen and see he's alright - Phew! yes he is, it was only a muscle spasm and not Rickettsial Paralysing Neurophagism. I know, I know, I'm being a bit paranoid but after missing the sad demise of his longtime musical partner I do worry about Don.
Don: grumpy but hale |
* For the second time. Lightweight.
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