Nothing to do with the title of today's post, I'm just listening to the immortal J. S. Bach's "Jesu Joy Of Man's Desiring" as played on a church organ - a 3-manual, in case you were wondering - and, whatever your views on religion, it's a simply splendid and affecting piece of music. If
Ol' Johann, on the verge of cracking a smile |
The title character, with the odious Mr. Pecksniff |
Shifting in time and space quite abruptly (to which I am inured, being a friend of a bloke with a big blue wooden box that has a flashing light on top), let us now broach the subject of The Great British Bake Off, which has become something of an institution here in the (checks weather) Allotment of Eden.
Mel and Sue and the whole sick crew.** |
Marketing brilliance - make the most of a mint with less! |
<sighs sadly in diabetic disgust> |
Who wants a lot of bits of paper with some crusty old dude on them anyway? |
Back To Cuckoo
That Teuton Panther tank "acquired" by the Guards Armoured Division back in the latter years of the Second Unpleasantness, if you recall. It ran for 8 months before the fuel pump died, and with no spares to hand, that was that - R.I.P. Cuckoo.
Booty |
Good question! For one thing, this tank's silhouette was unquestionably that of a Panther, and the other 3,497 that weren't in British service were also unquestionably hostile, so a blue-on-blue was quite likely to happen in poor light or darkness. Then there's reliability: the Panther was way too heavy for the engine installed, 45 tons as opposed to the intended 30: the final drive was forever disintegrating and thus immobilising the tank when in Teuton service.
CAUTION! \Not suitable as playground equipment due to sharp edges. |
Oh, if you remember the ending of "Kelly's Heroes", the South Canadian tanker Moriarty had a lot of bad things to say about Teuton tanks.
Listen to Oddball. He knows stuff. |
Finally -
Right, time to go get some of that "Food" which
* This is irony. I'm quite safe here, American's cannot do irony.
** Thomas Pynchon reference there for you.***
*** Actually Ol' Tom can do irony, so I am a bit worried now.
^ Because I have none.
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