Just for your information, when those stalwart chaps of the Special Air Service were off duty and away from barracks and an emergency arose, a special codeword was issued to personal contacts, so they might be recalled in order to go out and biff the enemies of This Sceptred Isle. The code-word was, as you may have guessed, "Free Beer". It told the recipient nothing, but those it got passed on to would head back to Bredbury Lines in a hurry.
Look away - look away quickly! |
Which has nothing to do with what I really wanted to talk about.
Here an aside. Yes, already! Hey, I did wait for one paragraph. My typing speed from "The codeword" has suddenly markedly increased, as I am no longer hampered by Dog On Lap. Art?
Edna, in what she considers her rightful place |
The boys in question, looking a tad glum. |
That's how it gets out. Have you ever wondered how it gets in? Probably not, as your minds run along more conventional lines. Conrad did wonder, and has now found out.
First we start with cans, made out of aluminium, topless and empty. Art?
Thus. |
Then comes the filling process, where the all-important content is poured into the empty can. Art?
Careful there. Don't spill my pint! |
Thus |
Now, what happens to a motley on a long, complexly-curved waterslide when the water has been replaced by petrol?
Hmmmm. |
"Fortress Malta" By James Holland
Yes, I have finished this. I did offer to lend it to Jo (who is half-Maltese) but she already has it.
You probably know that the story has an eventual happy ending. This stems from two things: 1) The arrival of an enormous number of the latest Spitfires on Malta, and 2) The arrival of five supply ships and a petrol tanker thanks to Operation Pedestal.
The barely-afloat SS Ohio enters Valetta |
To put the state of the island into perspective, the amount of ordnance dropped on it totalled the same yield as the Hiroshima bomb: 15,000 tons. Which gives you both an idea of the amount of destruction inflicted, and food for thought.
It's called "The George Cross Island" for a reason. |
Phew. Heavy-duty stuff. Shall we have something entirely different? Ah - I know - LITHIUM WAFER BATT - except no. We need an item of light and uplifting news, an article that will make the world feel a better place, and certainly nothing to do with Thermonuclear Warhead Design Specs <thinks> nope, sorry, don't have anything like that. Instead you can have the following!
Progress To Date
As you may have realised by now, Conrad Your Humble Scribe*** is one of those people whose idea of moderation is "What's that?" as he swills down his third litre-teapot of the day when it's only four in the afternoon. A tad compulsive, in other words.
Hence the below. Art?
Tah-dah! |
Somewhere in Manchester. Actually, at present, it could be anywhere in Manchester. |
So, what else is there to do but drink tea, do a crossword and finish off a jigsaw puzzle?
* Well, two of these three.
** Remember this?
*** Except where cryptic crosswords are concerned.
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