- as most of you out there are likely to mistake a Dimethyl Group for a collation of Cambrian dinosaurs. Art?
There you go |
As usual, we are concentrating on what we ought not - typical BOOJUM! behaviour - so let us now move on to the entree: Dangerous Chemical Shizzle. You ought to know by now that Conrad has an unhealthy interest in things that go bang, or which are toxic, or - even better! - both. Herewith we begin.
Things going BOOOM |
Sic |
Poor spleen |
Nor is that all. O no. For if you are careless enough to leave DMC lying around, it is likely to spontaneously explode. You know, just out of spite. This explosive process yields toxic fumes of cadmium chloride - you didn't think this stuff was going to emit anything pleasant, did you?
Know your enemy! |
On the whole, you should never bother to come into contact with DMC, as it is very, very bad for your health (although exciting to read about!) so if you and it are ever in close proximity, run!
Sorry, couldn't resist. |
Perfidious Albion Is - Perfidious
I am re-reading Shelford and Bidwell's excellent (if rather citric) "Firepower", which focuses principally on the British Army's use of artillery between 1900 and 1945, rather than the usual fascination with tanks. If you're not interested in Hom. Sap. being horrid to fellow Hom. Sap. then you have my permission to skip this bit.
We come to Operation Veritable, where the British Army needed to get through three different Teuton defensive lines, and which they decided to achieve by - you may have guessed this - firepower. Art?
This character, and a lot like him.* |
Some of the less fortunate Teuton guns were targeted by over 40 British ones, and out of 150 German guns, 50 were destroyed or so damaged they were abandoned. Casualties on both sides were light, because the Teutons were mostly huddled at the bottom of trenches and bunkers, rather than even bother trying to fight against -
- Perfidious Albion. Because, really, applying that kind of firepower is simply cheating.
Finally -
Be alert! Be vigilant! Beware of the beast in the bathroom, the killer in the khazi, THE sinister in the cistern, yes we are back on about KILLER EELS!
KILLER EELS! KILLER EELS!
ATTACKING WITH PIERCING SQUEALS!**
KILLER EELS! KILLER EELS! FLEE IN YOUR FASTEST WHEELS!
KILLER EELS! KILLER EELS! CRUSH 'EM WITH HOBNAIL HEELS! KILLER EELS! KILLER EELS!
RIPPING THROUGH YER WINDOW SEALS!
We shall leave you with that chilling thought, and a contribution from Art that will freeze your blood.
NO! Art - |
Sorry about that. Art?
That's better! I mean, it's worse - if you see what I mean. |
* Or her.
** Poetic licence
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