You know what I mean, when you connect up a digital veeblefetzer to your laptop and a sneering dialogue box comes up "Installing driver software" - at least it always seemed to be sneering at me, if not really thinking to itself "Installing driver software you sap" - and you have to wait 45 minutes with a reboot until your computer's hamsters deem that yes, they can actually make this particular model of veeblefetzer work.
Very possibly a Veeblefetzer |
Oh - and the Lens won't work for women. Tee hee! |
Samms has a rough Rigellian ride, it is safe to say.
Rigellian family runabout |
It struck me as an amusing bit of prose in what is usually very stern and sombre stuff, and also a neat way of encapsulating how very alien some alien races are (Star Trek' I'm looking at you with your "Practically human apart from an odd forehead' races).
A Rigellian, for your illumination. |
Well, now that we've got foreign drivers out of our way, perhaps we can perambulate across the lowlands of the mind and into the Heights of Imagination!**
Oh, hang on, before we do that, time to squirt vindaloo into the motley's eyes and have it run through Hampton Court Maze!
"The Rockford Files: Whiter Than White And Nearly Perfect"
This is one of the most amusing episodes of the show ever, and one I recall seeing first time around way back in the later Seventies. It features Tom Selleck as Lance White, a desperately sincere, noble and naive private investigator whom everyone regards with immense respect, regard, fondness or (in the case of the ladies) barely-suppressed slavering desire. Art?
Lance, being modest yet charming |
This gig, incidentally, was what got Tom the chance of doing "Magnum P.I.".
Well, we've explored the inky depths of outer space, the seediness of the long-distance PI, what next?
I know - MODERN OFF-SHORE CABLE-LAYING VESSELS! How's that for the white heat of technology, eh? And no, I don't mean any of the Van Oord fleet, either. Art?
One of the most advanced multi-role cable-laying ships in the world. Not bad, eh?
It has dynamic positioning, and a great big crane, and it's green! Spiffing stuff.
And now - Misery! Strife! Bloodshed! Men in tartan trousers!
"The Invisible Cross" By Andrew Davidson
If you recall, in 'Journey's End' the 9th East Surrey's make a bloody but successful trench raid, sprung with inadequate planning and time; six raiders are killed and only one live Teuton prisoner captured. The Battalion CO, a Major, is conspicuously absent from the trenches whilst his battalion is there.
Now, when the CO is a capable man, as with Colonel Graham Chaplin, commander of the 1st Battalion the Cameronians during most of the First Unpleasantness, things turn out differently.
Some of the Cams plotting mischief with a rifle grenade |
A successful example: British Americans with a strangely-dressed Teuton captive. |
Well, I think that's enough grimness for one afternoon, let us go out on a high note, with <thinks> Sunset over Omsk! Art?
On the banks of the eponymous river |
Na Dravye!
* Or have they? More going on here than meets the eye ...
** Disgustingly poetic, I know. What can I say? The Muse struck
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