For two reasons. One, it is odd. Two, it sounds strange.
What am I talking about? The Numbers Stations. No! Not the same of some hot trendy indie rockers - plus if anyone does choose that as a band name I want a percentage of the royalties - but a term that describes shortwave radio stations that do nothing but broadcast numbers, either spoken or as Morse code. Art?
The Mother of all radio |
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QnXPqUU6fI0
That there above is a link to one that has become either famous (or infamous depending on your viewpoint) as "The Lincolnshire Poacher" because it introduces itself with a short burst of that very same traditional tune from Perfidious Albion.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f5aow0x_u9I
And for you completists there's a link to the band of the Grenadier Guards playing that self-same tune to the end. After the intro the numbers station broadcasts a series of numbers, spoken not by a human being but an artificially-generated voice, the idea being that you might be able to deduce something from a real person reading a string of numbers, even if it's only "wow this is boring" yet you can't derive anything from what sounds like a well-bred Cyberman.
Big Ben |
Back to the numbers. The Lincolnshire Poacher has had the source of it's transmissions located; Cyprus. Probably one of the British bases at Akrotiri or Dhekelia.
Well, that's what they are, and where one of them comes from - now, as to what they are for ...
Time to throw the motley in a pool of molten Osmium and venture forth with the rest of BOOJUM!
Or Not
Again, I'm assuming that we've borrowed a South Canadian backyard for the purposes of tormenting the motley - the weather here in the Allotment of Eden is rarely balmy enough to venture out in anything less than water- and wind-proof - and that it is an average sized model of 20,000 gallons.
That being so, filling it with Osmium would be a litttttle bit expensive. About £567 million pounds, give or take a bit of market fluctuation. Osmium, it appears, is a precious metal, prized for it's hardness, brittleness and - very high melting point. Art?
A small pellet of Os76. Probably worth oodles. |
You're going to need some fancy underfloor heating in that pool, because it doesn't get liquid until the temperature hits 30000C, so your utility bills are going to take a hit, too.
More Of Magyars
Looking back, it seems I know a little more about Hungary than I realised. Not a lot, but every little helps when trying to understand our neighbours. Firstly, there's 'goulash', a kind of beef stew. Art?
Hearty fare indeed |
Then there's Laszlo Biro, who invented the ballpoint pen, or biro. I won't show a picture as I detest the Dog Buns things and won't use them, much preferring a fibretip or fountain pen.* I'd use my goosequill pen in preference to a biro.
Enough of my pen snobbery! The Hungarian for Hungarian is "Magyar", they have a big lake named Lake Balaton, and the capital is know to us in the West as 'Budapest'.** More correctly, it's actually the twin cities of Buda and Pest.
Enough of my pen snobbery! The Hungarian for Hungarian is "Magyar", they have a big lake named Lake Balaton, and the capital is know to us in the West as 'Budapest'.** More correctly, it's actually the twin cities of Buda and Pest.
Oh, and to finish, here's a Hungarian light tank, the Toldi, as used by the Honved (or Hungarian Army) during the Second Unpleasantness. Art?
Probably at Bovvie |
* Fountain pen nibs are coated in - Osmium!
** Made famous by that George Ezra chap
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