Shout At The Devil

Bear With Me -
 - this might take a bit of explaining, and you know your humble scribe can get a bit rambling, since he is his own editor.
     Anyway, I would just like to promptly derail the conversation and inform you that this Wednesday has been my effective Saturday; that is, since I am working on Saturday, today has been my day off, which I celebrated by having a lie-in.  This also means you're only getting a single post on Saturday.
     Okay, back on track.  Quatermass!  Recall, if you will, the article I posted yesterday about "Quatermass and the Pit", and if we cattle-prod Art awake -

The feature in the Pit

     At one point it is discovered that there is a sealed compartment in the alien spacecraft, which is opened, to reveal -  Art?

     Three of these, colloquially known as "Hobs".  They were static models, held in place by a type of webbing that our heroes deem to be a variety of artificial nerve.  Bear that in mind - static.  However, the second after that shot above, somebody nudged the prop hull,causing the Hob above to suddenly jolt forward at the camera.  It made audiences jump.  Not only that - Art?

     It startled the two actors above, too, since they didn't expect any kind of movement from static props.  Thus, alarmed, they exclaimed at the sight of Hob on the bob, as it were.
     I should also point out that the Pit was located at Hobbs Lane, which we see evidenced in a street sign.  Art?

Note the earlier version

     "Hob", you see, is an old English term for the Devil ...
     What's that?  You were expecting to see an analysis and wistful reference to the Eighties and hair-metal band Motley Crue (sorry, don't have an umlaut option on my keyboard) and an alleged album they released that also went by the name of "Shout at the Devil"?  Pshaw!  You're having me on.  I doubt very much any such record ever existed and even if it did, my money would be on this - 

Not a can of hairspray in sight

     Now, time to allow the motley behind the driving wheel and send it into traffic!*

Yes, About 'The Motley'
If you are new here, or perhaps a Motley Crue fan - that really is an honest coincidence that I've only just realised - then I perhaps ought to explain about the motley and all the torments that get inflicted upon it.  Well, firstly, I'm a sadist.  There.  That's that out of the way.

You can see it in those cold, hard eyes, can't you?

     What I used to do at conclusion of the first, usually long, post, which got termed the Intro, was announce that the rest of today's blog would commence.  Instead of announcing that the show would get on the road, I used the term "motley" instead, because that's what BOOJUM! is - a chaotic and disorganised ramble that makes a dog's dinner look neat and tidy.  Then it was interesting and different ways in which we could imperil the unfortunate motley, with a very occasional spa session to keep it guessing.

Prepping the motley for a trip over Niagara Falls.**

Back To Big Rigs
Yes, we are back with Le Tourneau and his monster machines again.  The fellow was nothing if not prolific and consistent.  He appeared to see a market where nobody else did, and then created something huge to fill a need never seen previously.  I give you - Art?

The Model B Tournacrane

     I bet the South Canadian flyboys didn't realise their lives were empty and achingly unfulfilled because they lacked a mobile motor crane with a carrying capacity of 40 tons.  How lucky for them that Ol' Tour came along!  

Judge Dredd: Day of Chaos
Conrad rather wonders how a scriptwriter feels when he's asked to create a new series or episode for a series that previously ended on a cliffhanger with No Way Out for our hero.  And no cheating allowed, as in the old 'Flash Gordon' serials, where they completely ignored the previous reel's ending.
     "Gee, thanks so very much!" is probably how they feel, and so must any artist or scripter coming to the world of Judge Dredd after the above-named series.

 - 400 million to begin with

     Okay, slight SPOILER ALERT! here - out of the population at start of 400 million, which is half of what it was prior to the Apocalypse War, only 50 million survive the events of Chaos Day.  This is actually pretty good going, as the death toll was expected to be 397 million.  Good news is where you find it, I suppose.
     So, anyone coming along afterwards has this to consider, and again they are probably thanking the writer John Wagner, a little insincerely.
     "Thank you, John, thank you SO MUCH!"***

Richard Wagner.  Close enough

*   We cut the brake lines.
**  This may not be entirely true.
***  Pronounced "Bloody hell what have we got to work with now?"