Peril Of The POTATOBOTS!

Yes, Only One Exclamation Mark
And that's because they don't come in half- or even quarter-exclamation marks, since I feel we have definitely declined from the toxic terror triumph of Weaselnanas, and the bowel-emptying bloodthirsty biliousness of Werewhelks.  I mean - a Potatobot?  There are already many illustrations of just such things, if Art will put down his plate of coke -

You'll YAWN with terror!

     Frankly, your humble scribe cannot summon up any enthusiasm about a "peril" that can be defeated with a pan of boiling water or a peeler, and that stands all of 8 inches tall at best.  Heck, a hefty kick would send it beneath the wheels of a passing car; all that's needed afterwards is a pan of boiling water and - ready-made mash!
     At a pinch I suppose you could use them as the villain de jour in a kid's television programme.  Are they still making new episodes of "Hey Duggee"?

If so, I want royalties.*

     If all else fails when dealing with an invasion of Potatobots, all you need to do is nod at their demands and ultimatii (spelling?) and wait until they go green and sprout; Game Over, man!
     Okay, do you think if you fire a snake from a compressed-air gun it will be in a bad mood afterwards?  Let's shoot some at the motley and find out!

Run, motley, run!

     <there will now be a short pause as I go and make a pot of tea.  Talk quietly amongst yourselves whilst I am gone>

Ah, Lapsang Souchong, the Coal Tar Soap of teas!  And yes, that is a good thing.

You C.O.W. ! 
Earlier this month we mentioned the David Recoilless Gun, a monster piece of mutant drainpipe intended to give tremendous firepower to the aircraft of the First Unpleasantness, which it certainly did.
     There was considerable experiment and innovation at that time, as all sides concerned sought to create new and deadlier ways of turning aerial opponents into so much wood, fabric and iron filings.  Hence the Davis Gun, and hence also the C.O.W Gun.  Art?

Art!  You bafoon!

     Dear me, Mister D. Murphy of Deviantart; you have been watching far too much David Cronenberg.  Go away and watch schmaltzy Disney cartoons for a month.
     Okay, Art, try again.

CAUTION!
Cannot be used with tea and sugar

     The name comes from "Coventry Ordnance Works", in case you were wondering, and even if you weren't. This puppy was a 37mm cannon, firing a 11/2 lb HE shell which would have sufficed to render whatever aircraft it hit into papier mache.  With an HE shell having a lethal burst radius of a yard, it would also be pretty handy at seeing off Potatobots, too.

There's a joke in there somewhere -

     
More C.O.W.
This one, however, is entirely pacific and indeed is more to do with soothing savage breasts than stirring up bloodlusts.  I speak, obviously, of "Church Organ World" - as if it could be about anything else!
     What's that?  "Container On Wheels"?  Okay, I'll grant you that.  Now, there -
     "Crude Oil Washing"?  okay, okay - "Critical Online Window"
     ENOUGH!  ENOUGH WITH THE ACRONYMS!
     <ahem>  Art?

Thus AND NO MORE ACRONYMS.

          I walked there this morning to pay for the upcoming "Autumn Shades" organ recital in October, which I missed last year but which I went to in 2016, and thoroughly enjoyed, too.  The visiting organist, Professor Ian Tracey, was as much a raconteur as an organist and he is due to play again this year.
     Wowsers!**

All Your Unanswered Questions Answered
Whether you wanted that or not.  I refer, of course, to that Youtube collection of clips and queries under the Gerry Anderson title which calls itself "Unanswerable Thunderbirds Questions".  What it ought to read is "Thunderbirds Questions That Are Eminently Answerable With A Bit Of Quite A Bit Of A Lot Of Background Knowledge".  Here's another one.  Art?

No!

     This is simply silly.  Yes, the Traceys, Brains, Tin-Tin and Kyrano live on a remote island, because only that way do they have the necessary secrecy to operate their Thunderbirds equipment.  How do they get bulk supplies in?
     BY ISLAND FREIGHTERS THAT VISIT REGULARLY!
     Jeff Tracy has his own ocean-going yacht, so there are port and docking facilities.  Ergo, they get their supplies delivered in multi-ton amounts, with trips to the mainland to pick up perishables, luxury items or things that might give away the fact that Tracy Island is not merely a hedonist's hideaway ...

"What gave it away?"

     Like flame-retardant swimming-pool tiles, for one -



*  LOTS of royalties.
**  NOT "Cowsers".  That would be stooping too low.