About that jigsaw puzzle. Yes, the 1,500 piece "Parrots in Paradise" one that seems to simply eat up the time. Your Humble Scribe sits down to do a few more pieces and suddenly two hours have gone by. Art?
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| The situation so far. |
I reckon there are about 500 pieces remaining, so we're at about 66% done.* Doing this has meant no progress on the wargame for the past twelve days, though that will change once the puzzle is complete, the damned distraction.
There you go, one of my shortest Intros.
"The Night Eats The World"
This is just about to end. Our protagonist, Sam, wakes up alone in a blood-stained apartment after a party the night before, to discover that Paris has been over-run by zombies, and he appears to be the lone survivor, sitting solo in his new apartment. Art?
| Not sure how they got on top of that public toilet ... |
Conrad is unsure if a mighty capital city such as Paris would fall to the Zombie Apocalypse overnight, but we'll suspend judgement on that.
Utterly alone, Sam makes a few spectacularly bad decisions which are due to him being utterly alone and slowly going round the twist. SPOILER ALERT!
SERIOUSLY, SPOILERS AHEAD!
ARE WE CLEAR? SPOILERS!
He does survive, barely, making an exit via a grapnel and rope to the next set of apartments, also infested by zombies.
| "Sam was careless with the superglue. Again." |
The lead actor is interesting - he's Anders Danielsen Lee, a Nork who's also a musician; this was essential for the role as the script makes the most of Sam's musical abilities. He's also a doctor - not sure how he got into films. Here he's a Nork pretending to be a South Canadian in Paris. Probably made a nice change from touring the wards back in Oslo.
"Fortress Malta" By James Holland
I've been interested in this for a while now, and since it was going for only £3 at The Works, Your Humble Scribe pounced upon it. Lest you be unaware, Malta had a decisive influence on the Second Unpleasantness, thanks to the ships, planes and submarines that lurked there. They would go out and regularly sink Axis supply and reinforcement convoys bound for North Africa, which the Teutons particularly disliked, especially Herr Schickelgruber, who probably tugged his 'tache with tension whenever the name "Malta" was mentioned. Art?
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| The edition I have. |
As that very perceptive war correspondent Alan Moorhead put it, Malta became one of the most bombed places on earth. It's no wonder the whole island was awarded a George Cross for putting up with the siege.
| Malta: only sixty miles from the Axis airstrips on Sicily |
We know how it ended now: at the time there were absolutely no certainties.
Continuing My Stroll Between The Raindrops -
Yup, back to Staffordshire Regimental Museum's Coltman Trench Walk. Art?
This is an officer's dugout, and quite palatial it was, too. They even had a wood-burning stove in one corner, which would have been splendid in real life if you could find wood to burn in it. There were rules about plundering abandoned French property, you see, and you'd need to be quite sly about getting it, especially since the Redcaps (the widely-disliked Military Police) would be watching out for just such wicked crimes. Next!
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| A sniper's loophole |
You would need to drape something dark over your head as you opened the firing slit here, in order to prevent snipers on the other side seeing a change in lighting as the cover was moved; because they would watch these things round the clock, waiting for their opposite number to get careless. Your Humble Scribe would have been at a distinct disadvantage in trench warfare due to his height, not to mention his abject terror of spiders. Next!
This was a dank, gloomy mine tunnel excavated a good thirty feet before making a right-angled turn. The Listening Post record details another tunnel being dug by the Teutons approaching the British one; normal procedure would be to fire a camouflet charge and attempt to collapse the other tunnel (and tunnelers). The key thing in tunneling was to remain very quiet indeed.
Right, that's enough of wandering about in the rain. You will not be surprised to know that I was as utterly alone out there as Sam was in his apartment block, though with considerably fewer zombies.**
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| "They're behind you!" |
Time, I think, to don shoes and venture into Royton for my constitutional.
* I like to be precise
** I.e. none.
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