I do not refer to our resident coal-eating sloven Art, the Neanderthal with a pash for Mara Corday.* I refer to the high-concept representation of human imagination by manipulation of the real world. Pictures, statues and shizzle like that.
Okay, cast your minds back across the years to 1853, and then ignore that, because it's not when we're going. Instead we want 1967, which is when the film "You Only Live Twice" emerged. Art?
Look, ma - no-handed flying! |
Set the template for all other arch-villains |
Probably works as a tax write-off, mind |
The real thing |
As I say, this brought home one of my objections about establishing your Sekrit Layr inside a volcano: you never know when it will move from "Extinct" to "Dormant", nor from "Dormant" to "Active". Yes, I know that vulcanologists say the move from Extinct to Dormant has never happened yet, but it only takes them to be proven wrong once ...
Time to put the motley into the log flume, strapped to a broomstick backwards!
I may not have mentioned this before, but the workforce I labour amongst in the Dark Tower is quite cosmopolitan, to the extent that UKIPpers or nasty Little Englanders would swoon with horror. We have Azerbaijanis, Poles, Spaniards, Lithuanians, Germans and - a real mark of tolerance - Yorkshiremen.
This came to light during our Big Buffet of Friday. Art?
In the foreground we have Damian's (Polish) Sourdough with Sun-dried Tomato Bread, and he explained how to make it to your humble scribe - you know, me being into baking and stuff - and it seems like quite the long-winded faff, so thanks for making it.
Behind that we have Jimena's (Spanish) Spanish Omelette, which is far superior to any such that I have tried to make myself. Those potato slices were so thin she must have done them with a razor blade.
More Of Matters Martial
As you may know, your humble scribe's imagination is principally visual, so he very much appreciates those military histories which include a decent map. He also curses those that have two wavy lines, an arrow and a dot with a town name against it and which pretend to be an useful description of anything.
So! In aid of further enlightenment, I am going to try and follow the Battle of El Alamein with the aid of a map bigger than any you will find in a book. Art?
With can of beer - er - for scale |
Ah. Mara Corday. Art strikes again. Well, it could be worse, at least it's only from the neck upwards |
* Mentioning her is a calculated risk - we might get an avalanche of her photos from Art.
No comments:
Post a Comment