Minty Fresh - Or Hint Of Death?

I Refer, Of Course, To "Polo"
Not to be confused with "Solo", as in Nasoleon Polo, who works for U.N.C.L.E. whom I don't mind, as they tend to concentrate on human villains, unlike U.N.I.T. who like to stick their long inquisitive noses in my business far too often -
     Which is getting a little off-track again, for which I don't apologise.  I'm horrid like that.  
     ANYWAY.  Polo, for those of you who have been living at the bottom of a mine-shaft in a nuclear bunker since 1962, refers to a sweet.  Art?

Minty fresh!

     Polo makes a big deal about having a hole in the middle, as if boasting how they give you less for your money is a good thing.  They are mint-flavoured, which is a big plus in your humble scribe's opinion, as mint is one of his favourite things.*
     The 'hint of death' is also centred about 'Polo' yet in this case we are talking about the fantastically dangerous element Polonium.  Art?

Pierre and Marie Curie.  Curie-ser and Curie-ser, you might say.

      This element was discovered by Pierre and Marie in 1898, although it took another 40+ years for anyone to discover what to do with the fantastically dangerous stuff.  As informed earlier today, billionths of a gram of Po84 are enough to do you in.  Fortunately for Hom. Sap. it's also very difficult to produce in any great amount, or I guarantee some Cold War suicide-jockey would, a manic light glinting in his eyes, have designed a nuclear bomb using Polonium as the fissile material.
     There.  Do you see where the hint of racing-off-this-mortal-coil-with-the-speed-of-an-Olympic-sprinter comes from?  
     We're not done with Polonium yet, either.  O no indeed!

Conrad Is Not Merely ANGRY -
 - for that simple noun is not sufficient.  No, I think it is time to deploy my Flaming Nuclear Ire (a quantum level up from Frothing Nitric Ire).
     "What now?" I hear you question.  "Has the lid on his jar of pickles become stuck again?"
     Well, yes, as a matter of fact it had, but I worked around it by piercing - hang on!  Don't distract me from my Flaming Nuclear Ire!
     I have just learned that "The Expanse" is not being picked up for a fourth season.  Art?

Naomi, Amos, Alex and Jim.
(Steven Strait, playing Jim, absolutely nails Painful Sincerity)

     I am a reasonable human being man being.  I am willing to wait a fortnight before another channel picks up the show.  Three weeks, absolute tops.  If not, a whole lot of television suits will mysteriously disappear.
     Don't forget the studio suits who floated the idea of remaking "Forbidden Planet"; to this day nobody knows where they vanished to ...

Polish And Porky
No!  No, nothing to do with excessive calorie consumption.  I think Art has something to post about this -

Taunt me with what I cannot have, eh, Art?

     Damn it all to Hell, in the days before diabetes your humble scribe could easily eat six mince pies and a two-pound Christmas pudding with brandy butter, followed up by a couple of slices of Christmas cake and a bowl of ice cream with a whole box of After Eight Mints -**
     - where was I?
     O yes, Polish pork products.  No!  Nothing to do with insults - Art, don't you dare -

<sighs and reaches for Tazer>

     What I wanted to say was that I'd secured a few tins of Polish Pork Knuckle at Morrisons at the laughable price of £0.52 per tin.  

     When I returned last week the price had suddenly shot up to £1.75 per tin - obviously Someone Had Blundered in the past over the pricing, for which they shall surely pay - there are people in stores and headquarters whose job it is to get this right first time, no mistakes, for mistakes cost money.  
     Now, if you - sorry, what's that?  How do I know it's Pork Knuckle?  Because pigs do not have mutually-opposable digits?  Okay, Art?

Check out 'Golonka'

      As I was saying, if we imagine that the cost price of a tin of Golonowka is £0.85, then that's a loss of £0.33 per tin at the incorrect price.  Before you snidely reply "So what", imagine that 100 tins of this product were sold across all Morrisons stores at the incorrect price for a week.  That comes to £16,203 total in losses, so if someone at Mighty Morrisons HQ is responsible for this, imagine them getting the sack last week!

     And with that, let me bid you a fond "Do Widzenia!"


*  After books and nuclear weapons.
**  Yes, well, perhaps diabetes no surprise then, Conrad <the horrid truth courtesy Mister Hand>