Phew - I just barely escaped using 3 exclamation marks there, which would mean the blog had descended to the levels of Continental excitement which we abhor here at BOOJUM!
If you were expecting to see "Tee hee" then you are severely disappointed, as would your expectations of "Tea Fee" ("You will pay for your cup"), "Tea He" ("That man will pay for your cup"),"Tea Dee" ("That river running through Chester will pay for your cup") and "Tea Darjeeling" ("Tea rendered rare thanks to ignominious striking brethen") and so on.* Art?
This, lest you be unaware, is a 'tea cosy'. It's function is to serve and protect, but mostly to insulate, and to keep the tea warm. A VITAL FUNCTION! because that there is a two-pint teapot, and the liquor will go cold before it gets finished if left un-cosied.
A big vote of thanks to Wonder Wifey and Degsy for the cosy.
Now to tie the motley to a log and send it down the White Water Flume at Dangerous Game Towers!
Paddington Bare
Or, rather, not. A tip of the (waterproof) hat to Paddington Brown, who stands as an example of how thoroughly decent the Pond of Eden can be - how many countries would willingly accept a Peruvian refugee? And a sentient talking bear at that, without turning him into a freak in a laboratory? Art!
 |
| Seriously, who could resist that face? |
Conrad liked Paddington because he was, essentially, an Agent Of Chaos. Well mannered and well intentioned he might be, yet he always wrought havoc in the neighbourhood. Fortunately we here in the Pond do not have conscription any longer, for I shudder to think what disasters might have befallen our fair country were Paddington to have recourse to high explosives. He was quite destructive enough with a hammer and watch.
Not to mention those marmalade sandwiches ...
You What?
Conrad noticed a byline in the Beeb's Entertainment heading, announcing that 'Fifth Harmony' are breaking up, in order to pursue solo careers.
Fifth who?
Upon further examination, they appear to be one of those ghastly manufactured girl groups put together on the basis of what they look like, rather than actually having any musical talent. Conrad further notes that one of them left previously, and has gone on to success in her solo career - so the others are getting out of their group before audiences get fed up with them and move on. Hopefully they've left it too late and will immediately sink into well-deserved oblivion.
 |
| Possesses all the musical talent of Filth Harmony |
Frankly, it blows my boiler that awesome talent like The Comsat Angels went unrecognised while toxic tat like Filth Harmony <Mister Hand intervenes to edit a 6,745 word rant> the pit of Hellfire!
| Unabashed excellence. |
Further You What?
Conrad gets The Metro, not for what it laughably calls 'news' but for the Cryptic Crossword
- smashed it today, thanks for asking - although I do cast the odd furtive, guilty look at the pages within. It's half adverts, anyway - wait, what? "The Band"?
Oh wow! I pondered, silently for we were on the bus and it's impolite to scare people, is this something concerning that classic South Canadian group with excellent musical skills but a lack of imagination when it came to names?
 |
| Undiluted awesome |
I presume this is about a completely different band, or even a set of plastic bracelets. Who knows. More to the point, who cares? Not me, and that's what matters.
May I Introduce The T14 Armata
This is a Ruffian main battle tank. It looks the business, although that turret does seem to be a bit of a shell-trap as regards design. Art?
 |
| Today's tank |
Predictably, in the Comments, there were lots of disgruntled Ruffians hurling verbal brickbats and the usual conspiranoid loonwaffles. I may post a link.
* I will mercifully stop here because I could go on like this all day. Really.
** He may have been born in Peru, but he's OUR'S now.
No comments:
Post a Comment