Which would be a bad thing. Unless you were a Dalek, in which case you'd probably bubble with toxic joy within your armoured carapace, and do a victory dance as best you could across a floor of different heights and conductivities.
A discoing Dalek. There's something you're not going to be able to unsee in a hurry.
Anyway! That's not what we're here about. No. We are here today to witter on about that place where the noble Norwegians come face-to-face with the Sinisters, or Ruffians if you care to be up to date. Art?
Finnmark! |
A good fit for those who like open spaces with no people |
Hardly forbidding |
Shock Horror - Delayed Bus Journey NOT First's Fault!!
I know TWO exclamation marks is pushing the boundaries of grammar and comprehension, bordering on Continental hysteria in fact, but this story is so remarkable it deserves to be told. Art?
Our valiant protectors! |
The reason why? Well, it transpires some numpty, with potato where you and I keep our brains, was hurling bricks at passing traffic. Perhaps it was a slow day at the office?
So far no news on what happened to him. Something painful and lingering, one hopes.
His final destination ... |
That is, a bit, and only in passing.
Here an aside. Before diabetes, at this time of year your modest artisan would happily gorge himself on a six-pack of mince pies, followed by a 2 lb. Christmas pudding with brandy butter and a large slice of Christmas cake, all at once, to be repeated several times over the festive season. No longer. DAMN YOU DIABETES, DAMN YOU!
Ahem <pause to allow the throbbing in Conrad's temples to abate>.
Art!
Pining for the fjords? |
Where were we? O yes.
The British (and French) made quite a successful intervention in Norway in early 1940, after the Teutons invaded, and were on the brink of shooing the curs out of fair Norge's lakes and fjords, when the bally Hun invaded France. Collapse of stout party, cue evacuation, mass chaos, biblical plagues, end of times, etcetera etcetera.**
I think this topic has legs. We shall return to it. Art?
Er - King Hakon of Norway, doing something very peculiar |
* Ruffians - for the moment. In a decade or two - who knows!
** Is that ghastly cybernetic cackle a Dalek having a laugh?
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