And in fact this flippant and casual description might not go down well in Belgium, where they do not cherish the memory of being invaded and occupied by the Teutons twice in one century. Art?
<Conrad is slavering> |
Here an aside. The Belgians did not meekly sit down and accept being occupied, and there was a lot of sabotage carried out to begin with, including acts such as blowing up canals with explosive-laden narrowboats. Reprisals meant the King Of The Land Of Beer And Chocolate ordered such measures to cease, which meant that the various resistance groups smuggled over 30,000 men out of under the Teuton noses who then joined the Belgian Army. They also -
- created "La Libre Belgique", an underground newspaper. Art?
Thus |
The valiant resisters of The Land Of Beer And Chocolate (I like that nickname! and it's also accurate) continued to publish their waffle during the Second Unpleasantness, which is a story for another day.
Caution! Some Belgians come equipped with fangs! |
The Coincidence Hydra Bites Again
For those who have arrived more recently, I should explain that the coincidences which consistently plague me used to be described as "being hit with the coincidence hammer", to which was usually appended a plaintive " - again!"
Why did I stop with the hammer analogy?
Because I was in danger of developing concussion, that's why! Art?
Hmmmm - we will let this one stand |
Caution! Do not - NOT! - open samples (As an hideous lingering death may offend) |
In reality the four sample jars contained ores with varying uranium content; in order to be at risk from the carnotite sample, for example, you'd need several tons of the stuff, from which you'd then have to extract the uranium, which would yield less than an ounce. So a sample jar containing all of a fraction of an ounce of unrefined ore - no so risky.
Tell HIM that! |
- a SPINTHARISCOPE! Art?
DANGER! DANGER! WILL MELT THE EYEBALL FROM YOUR FACE! (Or not) |
Hence - the Coincidence Hydra nipping at my nethers <plaintively> again.
You - WHAT!
Okay, I have taken some pains to go over the potential hazards of the Gilbert Atomic Energy Lab, and an accompanying image on Google caught my eye. Well, if you can call that when my eyes came out like organ stops and a baffled expostulation split the air. Art? Provide the evidence.
"Dog Buns"** |
Hmmmm. |
Finally -
There is a rich field of questionable tin toys from the Fifties and Sixties, back when men were men (usually smoking cigarettes), atom bombs were - er - the bomb, and it was your patriotic duty to buy kit for your children that extolled the virtues of Mutually Assured Destruction. Art?
Blow up your neighbours! Seconds of fun! Years of fallout promised! |
With the above particular plutonium-powered puppy,*** you could threaten your neighbours with atomic immolation by cranking the handle, then pressing the button, whereupon your missile would shriek forth and terrify the cat. Looking at this thing, I imagine the real danger was the numerous sharp edges, which might easily cause significant traumatic injury, and the paint was probably liberally larded with lead.
Ah, me, the good old days!
* The unspeakable swine!
** That was the expostulation.
*** Metaphorical plutonium.
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