This Wombat Poops DEATH!!

No!  We Are Not Talking About That Kind Of Wombat
First of all, though, you first need to understand some of the principles behind a recoilless rifle.  I have actually covered this earlier, last year, when going on about just such a weapon that was mounted on a biplane of the First Unpleasantness.

Nor this kind of Wombat.  Sorry.

     The RR makes use of Newton's Law about equal and opposite forces, balancing the force of the shell leaving by venting the exhaust out of the rear through a venturi.  They aren't actually recoilless, just much less so than conventional artillery pieces; they can also be built along much lighter lines than conventional guns, light enough for one chap to carry them, or for them to be towed by a light vehicle.
     Okay, got that?  Splendid!  Let us now proceed to Lichfield, and the Staffordshire Regimental Museum.  Art?

Behold the W.O.M.B.A.T.

     This is the <ahem> "Weapon Of Magnesium, Battalion Anti Tank" and was a 120 m.m.* towed anti-tank weapon.  One can clearly picture the inventor of that acronym grinning smugly to himself, and possibly applying to MENSA, too.  In it's original iteration, this mounted a spotting rifle, so if you had Mister Tank in it's sights you fired the rifle; if the illuminating round impacted you fired the main gun and skeddadled, because as mentioned above all RR kick up a fearful backblast that instantly gives one away.  They will also cause you immense harm if you carelessly stand behind them.

Note chaps standing well clear.  Also, groovy smoke ring.

     And there you have today's title.  Perhaps I ought to have capitalised and used full stops, but then it wouldn't quite have the same impact, would it?

                                 CAUTION!  Possesses NO anti-tank ability     
     Now it's time to take the motley out of it's ice-cube bath and hurl it into the sauna!**

<short pause as I am going to scrape the bristles off my face in a desperate attempt to not look ruffianly and rascally>

<and get some lunch>

"Nowhere Boys"
Your Humble Scribe is back watching the first series of this Australian drama, which is squarely pitched at the <shudders> Young Adult market, but which is frequently hilarious in it's mixture of magic, alternate reality, misfit teens and demonology. Art?

The boys in question

     The central conceit is that four very different teenaged lads get lost on a school excursion, then find their way back home - only to discover that in this world they never existed.  And things spiral from there.
     So far, no wombats.

Dog Buns!
In my own excursion on Thursday I did four Cryptic Crosswords, three Codewords and Battleships.  As per usual, I have complaints about the Codeword compilers.  I will reserve judgement on the Evening Standard Codeword as I've never done one before (I found it on the train from London Euston).  Hence "Xylem" may be typical of their solutions.
     However!  The M.E.N. was sailing close to the wind, AGAIN.  "EXIGIBLE" - come on, really?  This, it seems, is a term relating to taxes one is liable to pay.  Never heard of it?  Me neither.  Then there was "ZIGGURAT".  Art?

CAUTION!  Not built by aliens

     This strikes me as unfair.  "APOPLEXY", anyone?  This is how these puzzles afflict me, you know.  Not to mention "KAVA" again, and - what's this?  "DISQUIETS".
     Bah!  (Oh, and "BHAJI", too).

O them Xylem!

     <pause for the red mist to pass>

Why Are Strawberries So-Called
It just struck me as I opened the fridge and there was a punnet of them sitting there being delicious.  They don't look like straw in any way, and they're not even a proper berry.
     There doesn't seem to be any satisfactory explanation for their name - unless you consider them to resemble fruits covered with bits of chaff.

Delicious little devils.

     The only problem is that, being high in the fridge, Wonder Wifey also knows they exist, so there is only a narrow window of opportunity before they vanish.  In which case I shall be distrawt.***

Finally - 
Well, the bread delivery never happened, so I am now free to take Edna for walkies, and I ought to take the chance, since - O blessed wonder! - it isn't raining.
     Chin chin!




*  Or 5 Inches in proper measurements
**  I don't know what will happen, but expect very bad things.
***  Do you see what - O you do.