The Yellow Submarine

Conrad Is Curious
In nature, that is, although you could extend this to his looks as well.  To this end he has noticed that the Le Tourneau construction plant pictured previously are all completed in a yellow paint scheme; which colour, indeed, seems to be the default colour for heavy construction plant in general.
     Why would this be so?  An investigation may well take place, although perhaps at a later date.  Meanwhile, let us prod that coal-eating sloven subhuman Art into action -

Note ladders for scale

     The usage of a yellow paint scheme does not appear to be limited to terrestrial equipments, either, because - behold!

The titular submarine in question

     This vessel is known as "The Yellow Submarine", which denotes a lack of imagination on the part of it's owners, I feel.  Nowadays it cruises the waters off Thailand; back in the day it used to transport gawping tourists to the bottom of the seabed in the Gulf of Eilat, before bringing them safely to shore again, via transit over a coral reef.
     There's more.  Art?

The C Explorer 3 Submersible

   This is a three-person submersible, as you can see outfitted in a snazzy yellow colour scheme, and one can be yours for only £1.6 million.  I know that sounds a lot, but if the three of you split the cost, it's a little more affordable.
     What's that?  You thought this was going to be about the iconic animated musical feature "Yellow Submarine", featuring some cult band called The Beetles?  Well, I've seen the film, and jolly good it is too - hang on, does this mean Conrad likes a MUSICAL?* - but this alleged band - frankly, I think you're pulling a fast one there.  Art?

The Blue Meanies - not misunderstood, just plain bad

     Now, time to tie the motley to the roofrack and go through a carwash!**

Okay, Here's Conrad Being Curious
In looks, that is.  A modicum of context will allow you to fill in the background.  This was taken at Karen's, where we saw the New Year in, and at the dinner table there were crackers.  Of course your humble scribe could not resist the urge to look moderately ridiculous.  Art?

Ho ho ho.  Three words never ever said by this fellow

     There was an additional, unexpected guest at festivities - Edna.  We couldn't leave her behind at The Mansion because of fireworks; although given how utterly soggy the weather was, I doubt many people dared venture into the vertical ocean falling from the skies to let rip with a sparkler or two.  Art?

Desperate to join in a game of cards.  Sadly, without mutually-opposable digits, not possible.

     She never stopped running round all night, given that there were up to nine people to pester and no dog-bed to settle in, which led her to sleep in late this morning.

<a brief pause now ensues as I nip downstairs to refill my tea-cup>

More Of "Harry's War"
I introduced this work yesterday and I'm not going to repeat myself, so if you're confused, go back and boost my traffic figures <pauses to take a sip of loose-leaf Darjeeling - an appreciative sip, at that> by getting the basic info.
     By late 1916 Harry's battalion, the 15th Royal Warwicks, were holding a sector of line near Gorre, and since he mentions "brickfields" as part of the British sector, I think this is also near Cuinchy, home to the notorious "brickstacks".

Of what I speak

     This has nothing to do with what Harry writes about, which touches on economics.  In order to keep the bally Hun's heads down, on a couple of nights Harry's Lewis gun team and those of his battalion along the front line were ordered to fire 1,000 rounds at the German lines.  This amounted to 16 guns, consuming what Harry calculated to be £128 worth of ammunition each night; for today's value you can multiply by 10.  And this, as Harry presciently observes, is on a quiet sector only 300 yards long.
     Truly, the sinews of war are money, which is probably a quote from the Barf of Avon, so time to move on - 

Harry got through 22 of these per shooty-night

I Am Not Impressed With 2018 - So Far
Not only have I not won the Lottery,*** but the weather is disgustrous.  Cold, windy, wet and - no sooner had I decided to take Edna for a walk whilst it wasn't raining - raining.  Art?

     Here you see Edna, enjoying the fresh air, and a whole host of cars parked all the way down Tandle Hill Road, which means a horde of people decided to go for a New Year's Day stroll in the wind and the rain, under lowering skies.  The fools!

Well, I didn't get to post anything I'd planned to, so look forward to more inspired scrivel tomorrow, because we here at BOOJUM! intend to continue as we have started!

*  I'll get back to you on this.
**  Don't worry, motley's are waterproof.
***  Winning this would be an achievement indeed given that Conrad does not partake in it <the hideous truth courtesy Mister Hand>