Mister Lister - You Blister!

No! Nothing To Do With That Sci-Fi Show
Although Conrad does think that Arnold Judas Rimmer is a role model for the ages.  I remember seeing the first series back in 1987, and <long boring reminiscence about Conrad's younger days redacted by the merciful Mister Hand>.

Our hero.

     No, the Lister in Question is also - O wild coincidence - called David Lister, but there all resemblance ends, for this David Lister is a military historian who also publishes a blog.

http://overlord-wot.blogspot.com/

     There's the link, which you click on at your peril, because I've been reading it all Dog Buns! evening and got precious little else done.  This is because he tackles stuff that's not exactly on the beaten track of military history, and he's not remotely precious about it, either.  In fact he has a worrying propensity to use rather bad puns in a manner that seems strangely familiar ...

Mister Lister at work (or play)

     I think, in the starboard caption, jester David is referring to the "Projector, Infantry, Anti-Tank", which, to be fair, does look like a Lewis Gun had an affair with a piece of drainpipe.  For all you out there who are not sure exactly what a 'builders skip' is, allow Art to enlighten you.  Art!

Known in some peculiar benighted quarters as a 'dumpster'.

     Plus, he's gotten books published, proper books made out of paper and ink and stuff, that you need to open and turn pages to read.*


              Thus                                                          Not quite sure about this one ...
     Well, there you have it - "Overlord's Blog', a source of entertainment that will subtly steal your day away.
     I now think it's time to see if the motley can outrun this pack of starving Gallimimus!

Said pack.
(I know someone with a time machine)

O Victoria, Victoria
No!  Not the queen, nor yet The Doctor's companion - back in the days when it was a PROPER dramamentary series and was broadcast late Saturday afternoon - but rather a species of aircraft.  And a peculiar one at that.  Art?

A ritual sacrifice being consumed by the mighty -
No, sorry, a stretcher-case being loaded into a Vickers Victoria

     That will do to give you a sense of scale, with the puny humans for comparison.  The Vickers Victoria was a transport plane as used by the brylcreem boys of the R.A.F. and here's a photo of one in flight, to give you a better understanding of how large and odd it looked.

Big and bullet-shaped.

     It had accomodation for 22 Murderous Martial Meatbags, or the equivalent in freight (no details of specs to hand so assume 2,200 pounds or a ton in all), and it sent into service in 1922.  I see a pattern here.
     Anyway, I'm sure you're wondering why Your Humble Scribe is banging on about an aircraft that staggered into the skies almost a century ago.  Well, interesting you should wonder, because -
     - perhaps tomorrow.

And Whilst On The Subject
As Conrad normally needs a colossal charge of TNT detonated right under his nethers to amend his daily routine - for he is a creature of habit - I have chosen to travel far afield tomorrow (i.e. Thursday 7th March 2019 in case you are reading this in the far future).
     My plan is to travel via bus and train to the Staffordshire Regimental Museum over in Staffordshire, which will require an early start in order to gobble breakfast and bus it in to Gomorrah-on-the-Irwell.

Gomorrah-on-the-Irwell about to be destroyed by alien particle beam weapons, it would seem.

     From there it's a train to Stoke-on-Trent, change and then get off at Lechfield Trent Valley station.  Walk into Lechfield, catch the 765 bus out to Whittington, walk to museum.  Spend at least four hours there, then do the whole thing in reverse.
     Which means HORROR OF HORRORS! no BOOJUM! tomorrow, as I've no idea what time I'll get back.  Hopefully in time to get to the Pub Quiz.

Our target tomorrow

     This all rather supposes that the Zombie Apocalypse does not occur tonight, nor that the Robot Revolution takes place in the small hours.  I mean, we all know they're both inevitable**, but they could both hold off for a few days longer, hmmmm?  Just until I get my regimental museum fix?

Finally -
There I was, driving along in the newly-repaired Murder Mobile, when - the machine-guns kept jamming, if you must know, thanks to a faulty feed mechanism - when the word "Brachycephalic" popped up in my mind.
     'Thank you, mind,' I responded.  'What does it mean?  "Cephalic" is derived from the Greek for "head".  One touch of Google-fu later - 

                                          "Ugly creatures with no saving traits"
     No!  Wrong - bad Conrad!  Naughty Conrad!  No biscuit for you!***
     It means to have a skull shorter than normal, and is a trait bred into certain animal breeds to make them more appealing.  Appealing.  Hmmm.  This is one where beauty is most certainly in the eye of the beholder.
     There are serious consequences for the affected breeds, including problems with airways and breathing.  And, Conrad feels, also looking pretty damn ugly.  

"Run head-first into this, Fido, and become beautiful."
(Said the idiot)

     Right, that's enough wibble, I'm off to get some tea.  Maybe a bit more jigsaw later on.  It's coming on well, though I'm not going to post a photograph in order to keep your adrenaline levels ticking over on 'High'.

*  DEATH TO KINDLE!
**  They are not mutually exclusive events.  The Robots will rise whilst Hom. Sap. is weakened and distracted by all the revenants.  That, or the zombies will break out of their pens when their Robot guards defect.
***   Hopefully Anna is not reading this ...