Spelling England By The Pound

That's Us Here At BOOJUM!
As you should surely know by now, Conrad is an absolute stickler for accurate spelling, so much so that he snarls in irritation when the wretched South Canadian spell-checker incorrectly highlights a word that IS spelled correctly.  "Centre" is acceptable, it seems, so the horrid thing has learnt to some extent.  Misspelt makes it jib, however, which is quite ironic.

In fact, it takes the biscuit

     And we proudly maintain our adherence to Imperial measures, hence the "Pound" part of that title, none of that vile Metric here!  We always endeavour to - sorry, what's that?  You thought this post was going to be about the classic rock album released by those giants of prog, Genesis?  No, you weren't paying attention, that would read "Selling England By The Pound".  What do you think I am, a lawnmower?

Well -

     There you go, the cover picture.  That's as much as I'm willing to do, mind.  
     Where was I?  Oh yes; we always attempt to convert any measurements used into Imperial, because that's how we roll here, and - the track I like best?  Probably "Firth of Fifth" if you must know.
      Where was I?  Oh yes, about to duct-tape the motley to the back of a bus*.  
     Let us proceed!

Oh, just an aside, and to let you know that I got 15 new fibretip pens yesterday, which might be just enough to allow me to carry on.  No photos; I was too desperate to get them out of their packaging and onto the desk.

So - A Supermoon, Eh?
Actually this dates from December 3rd, when the Moon was fractionally closer to the Earth than normal.  Cue the conspiranoid swivel-eyed loonwaffles ranting on about how the Moon is going to collide with the Earth, or that NASA is suppressing this astronomical event because the Moon will be so close that we'll be able to see their secret bases, or that NASA is suppressing this astronomical event because then we'll be able to note the lack of Apollo landers and so blow the hoax, or that there are going to be mega-tsunamis across the globe that will destroy human civilisation as we know it - Art?

The Moon at upper left of centre

     Hardly.

"Ten Best Scenes From 'Doctor Who'"
 - said the Youtube video, probably either Watch Mojo or Ten Tenz.  Conrad, of course, being the anorak dedicated fact-checker that he is, watched all ten clips and, frowning, said "Dog Buns!" in annoyance

     - look, the spellchecker picked up on "endeavour" and "recognise" as being wrong.  No, sir, it is YOU who are wrong!

     - because they missed out the scene that, for Conrad, defines this dramamentary series.  Art?

Ooops.

     I know, I know, it looks as if that damned supermoon has photobombed the picture.  I do have a less obscured version.  Art?

More like it!

     This is the Third Doctor's initial encounter with a Silurian, and these are the original ugly version, nothing like those prettified ones who arrived on the scene recently.  Not only that, this one suddenly steps out from a doorway, taking our Time Lord entirely by surprise.  He is startled, yes, but he doesn't shriek in terror, run away, pull a gun or attack it with his Venusian akido.  No!  Not at all; he says "Hello" and goes to shake it's - er - hand.  That brief scene encapsulates this ground-breaking dramamentary series for me.  You can imagine if it had been a South Canadian production - there would have been a laser gun duel that destroyed the house and a square mile of countryside, only ending when our Time 'Tec ** destroyed the slavering monster with an atomic grenade.

Or, one of these

Pet Sounds
Usually, The Mansion resounds to these issuing from Edna - excited barks, excited growls, whining with greed when she sees there is chicken-skin, whimpering desperately in the hope that this guilts you into playing with her.
     Well, not yesterday.  Art?

     The only sounds to be heard in my Sekrit Layr were those of Jenny's smug purring, since she looks as if she's got one up on the dog.  Initially I discovered her on the bed, where she gave me that patented look that cats deliver "Yes, what is it, puny human?"


     Another aside.  I am beginning to get the feeling back in my fingers after taking Edna for a trot, thanks to all this typing.  Just so you know.


*  In a hi-vis vest so nobody runs into it.
**  Because the South Canadians don't go in for aristocracy