Let The Train -

Take The Atomic Fission
I realise this is not quite how the ancestors of British Rail promoted their service, since they would have ended with " - take the brain - " because only then can you eliminate homicidal bloodthirsty  zombies.  Plus you can't use " - the strain." because Guillermo Del Toro.
     I did threaten to tell you more about atomic trains a couple of days ago, and here we have arrived at our destination: "Supertrain".  Art?

No!  They are not giants.  Model train.

     This was a massively budgeted television series, which purported to tell the stories of passengers aboard a super-train that was propelled by an atomic engine.  It had a maximum speed of 240 miles per hour, plus a shopping centre and swimming pool, thus attempting to pass itself off as a cruise liner.
     It was also a colossal flop, nearly bankrupting the studio and only ever airing nine episodes.  I mean, come on!  A train?  Hardly very inspiring.  Plus the model had a disastrous crash (how apt!) -

Run!  Flee!  There are marauding giants!

     I am sure you are already aware of the significant health & safety aspects of a mobile nuclear reactor, especially one that moves at the speed of a passenger jet, and presumably through major population centres as well.  What could possibly go wrong?

Ah, yes: zombies

     - or cattle on the line, or a landslide, or snow, or a stalled vehicle, or windblown debris, or a broken-down train.  Or, indeed, zombies.
     Besides which, if they didn't build one of these things in the Fifties, back when people were deeply in love with nuclear power, then they were never going to be built.
     Okay, motley, time to descend into the crater of Etna in your swimsuit!
The Future Will Be -
Expensive.  As you should already know by now, your humble scribe is fascinated by things that go BANG! and the bigger the bang the more fascinating.  Thus he was interested to see that the South Canadian military has finally said "No, thank you," to a gadget known as the XM-25.  Art?

A big bore.

     This ingeniously horrid weapon fired 1" high explosive shells, which is already impressive.  These smart shells could be fused to explode over a target like a trench or wall, showering the unhappy residents with shrapnel and spall.  Or they could be fused to explode after penetrating a surface, such as a window.  "Hey!" said the unhappy residents; "surely that's cheating?"  Or just explode after passing through a space, like an open doorway.  "Tired of this, going home," said the unhappy residents.

Bright!  Colourful!  DEADLY!

     Then there was an accident in training, the things had to be withdrawn and remodelled, at which point their cost per was nearly £60,000, or about what you'd pay for 33 automatic rifles.  Plus, they were rather on the heavy side, as was their ammunition.
     Expect these things to reappear in the near future, as they are the very definition of a better mousetrap.                 The unhappy residents                 The zappy Residents
BOOJUM! Reviews Films
In our own insouciant way.  Or was it insalubrious?  Enough wibble, let the wild generalising begin!
"Johnny English Strikes Again":  He certainly does.  You may not like these films, and I haven't actually seen any of them, but they made 1/4 of a billion pounds already, so they shall continue to be made, or until Rowan Atkinson gets fed up of them.  Cross that immortal comedy creation "Mister Bean" with James Bond and you get the drift.
     Well, they got off lightly, didn't they?  Probably because they have "English" in the title.

Global superstar, and deservedly so.  Plus, Rowan Atkinson

"Halloween": Another franchise that succeeds because of £££.*  I have only seen the original dramatic recreation and the odd-one-out about something being broadcast on television that will activate badgers and kill lots of children.  Something like that.  Maybe it was weasels?
     Shifting momentarily to those wretched South Canadian dollars, the first H. grossed $30 million - on a budget of $300,000, which guaranteed there'd be more.  I guess nobody foresaw this documentary franchise having a 40 year future ahead of it, eh?

We've missed Halloween.  Will Bonfire Night do instead?

"Widows": Badges!  It was badges, not badgers.  That makes more sense.  As if the noble badger would ever be a threat to the human race!     So, then, this is a film about widows.  Doubtless if it makes a tidy profit we'll see a sequel called "Widowers" and if that's a success, another one about "Orphans".  Really, Hollywood, show some originality!

Close enough

     Enough egregious calumny.  I realise I've not discussed blowing up the world today.  Okay, imagine a parallel Earth where railways are the only means of long-haul transportation, and <thinks> fossil fuels have run out, so they have to use atomic engines, and then ponder at the accident rate of enormously fast trains that are ten times more numerous than today - that's getting close to blowing up the world, surely?**

Finally -
You may not know or care, but your modest artisan takes his dog-sitting duties seriously.  Why, I give up 10 minutes of my modest 45 minute lunchtime to take Edna for a trot.  I also banter with her, which seems to go rather over her head: puns about The Comsat Angels' album covers tend to do that with humans, too, I find.
     Shall we have a photo?

Edna's grasp of the concept of "Mine" was a little hazy -

     Actually when I hovered o'er her, she did hop off the settee.  I think her whimpering and whining in the afternoon is because, mid-afternoon, Wonder Wifey would walk her for a good 15 minutes, and you can't accuse Edna of not knowing her routines.  That she has to wait until almost 16:15 for me to take her out is obviously - obviously! - bordering on a matter that needs to be referred to the ICC.

The International Criminal Court in the Hague.  Nothing to do with cricket.

*  Or $$$, if you must
**  I think Ayn Rand beat me to it.