Well Well - Wait - What The Hell?

Better Lay Off The Atomic Weapons Foofoodillies Tonight
For Conrad is concerned.  I compose a blog that has a title in Russian, because I can and being a smartarse is always the first option, and said blog takes a dig at the concept of people getting on together, and Hay Pesto!  the government of Perfidious Albion decides to give 23 Ruffian diplomats their marching orders.
     Obviously the universe has moved beyond trying to hint via strange coincidences and is now plotting to blow up Planet Earth, which simply won't do - I live here, after all.  Consequently I shall have to watch what I type about thermonuc - about foofoodillies, not to mention the zomb- er - the revenant revolution, and be especially wary of having the roberts rise in rage.

A Ruffian robert

     I wonder - if I were to type that Conrad deserves a billion pounds, might that not ensure the desired result?  Although HMRC, and the police, and the Treasury might beg to differ.  Your humble scribe had better watch out about typing silly phrases like "dying of laughter" or "down a bomb".
     Okay, enough baiting reality's borders, let us drop an electric eel in the motley's bath!*

Sons Of The Desert
No!  Nothing to do with the Laurel & Hardy film.  Rather, I refer to the desert war in North Africa during the Second Unpleasantness.  Perfidious Albion and allies are usually described as "British" because the alternative is far too long.  For example - Art?

Note the flag

     I can tell you're thinking this is all very "Beau Geste" (which I have read), but I caution you to check out that flag.  It isn't French and this isn't the Foreign Legion, though you could argue it is a foreign legion, because these fellows are Czechs, in the service of Perfidious Albion during the Siege of Tobruk.
     Now, as I said, the Allied side in North Africa was a real fruit salad.  You had the British - of course! - and then the Commonwealth.  Except no Canadians; why, I am unsure, but it may be temperature related - you know the British Americans live in the land of year-long ice and snow so sending them to the burning arid desert wastes might have had them fainting in coils.

Thus

     There were South Africans and Rhodesians, Palestinians, Maltese, Indians (when this included Pakistanis and Bangladeshis and Ghurkas), Ockers (Australians if we're being formal) and the Polite Australians (or New Zealanders if, once again, we're being formal).

Kind alike this

AFS Ambulance.
NO!  Those are not giant mutant camels - they are simply close to the camera.***

     Then you have all the strays and grays who ended up in the desert.  The Free French for a start; the Poles, who were happy to go anywhere as long as they could fight Teutons; the Czechs, as above; the Greeks, even a few Yugoslavians.  There were also some South Canadians, who couldn't actually take up a rifle and fight due to their country's neutrality**, and whom instead staffed or drove field ambulances with the American Field Service.
     That's 16 different breeds or brands, and I've probably missed a few out.
     So - 'Sons' plural is very appropriate!

Where Wolf?
This was inspired by another rather dark song by Warren Zevon, "Werewolves of London", which does exactly what it says on the tin: it's about werewolves, in London (although not sure if Trader Vic's is).  This inevitably led to pondering about that other horror classic, "An American Werewolf In London".  Art?

Clever

     Which, naturlich, made me wonder why London?  I suppose the free architecture helps add an air to any horror film, thanks to all the gothic elements, and it can get very foggy, which means dry ice as a cheap special effect.
     And then there's wolves.  These creatures have been absent the Pond of Eden since the late 17th Century; being an island, once we got shot of them, they didn't come back.  So we have no experience of them, which, being that they have great big teeth and nasty sharp claws, means ignorance breeds fear.

Mister Wolf telling you that it's time to run.

     So I think we're on the verge, not of an Uncanny Valley, but rather an Uncanny Canyon, or an Uncannyon (whooh!  another new word for BOOJUM!), given that the werewolf is akin to a human being yet definitely not one.
     Of course, I could be over-thinking this ...



*  Don't worry, the motley isn't actually in it.
**  Neutral with a definite slant towards the Pond of Eden, that is.
***  Although a horror film featuring giant mutant carnivorous camels sounds great - if SyFi come up with this as a cinema release I want royalties!