Though it is not very good if you are a ballfoot game follower of the Manchester United team. They have suffered a defeat in something called "Campionship League", which is <takes a wild stab> a league formed in honour of Margery Allingham's aristocratic detective? Art!
Ever so popular |
Interestingly enough, this defeat occurred at a place called "Nou Camp", which is a ballfoot stadium within the environs of - Barcelona. And one of the few places Conrad did not bother to take a photograph of during his visit. Art?
That is Catalan for "New Camp" |
More About That Robot Bomb Thing
Yesterday's V1. Which is a whole lot handier than "Vergelstungswaffen Ein", for our Teuton brothers across the Channel have a habit of using looooong names for their sinister secret military projects. Art?
A V1. Excuse the swastika. |
Or such was the plan. As with anything concerning Perfidious Albion, you have to consider that this insular island race are probably five steps ahead of you in whatever game you are playing, unless it's chess, in which case they are three moves from checkmate.
Art! She is not, and never will be, your mate. |
Where today's title comes from, however, is those brylcreem boys of the RAF, who intercepted said V1s when given a vector by the ROC. Initially they tried to shoot 'em down, which was found to be a bad idea: having a ton of explosives go off in the close vicinity of your airborne steed is A Very Bad Idea.
So!
This probably entitles you to Hazardous Duty Pay
You simply flew your aircraft alongside the robot bomb, matched speed, then got underneath it, and then rolled your aircraft so your wing went up, and the V1 went down. Describing this as "a bit dangerous" is really stretching the British gift for understatement to it's elastic limit.
Okay, motley, you might have thought you were safe, except we super-glued a tinfoil hat to your head whilst you were asleep, and now we're outdoors in a thunderstorm!
Heh. |
I'll See You That Golem 3000 -
Alas, I do not have the required evidentiary photograph, so you will just have to take this on trust. Do I not have an honest face?* Agreed, a bit of a mirror-cracker, but candid.
During Monday's inordinately long bus journey into Gomorrah-on-the-Irwell, Your Humble Scribe looked up from his copy of Dickens, to see another First Bus go by with a malfunctioning digital display. It was partially looping and thus informed any with eyes to see that it was the number 300000000000 service.
No bus picture, so have some petunias instead |
Barnstaple
Conrad's knowledge of English geography is a little hazy. There's Gomorrah-on-the-Irwell, Babylon-lite and Ur-on-Roch, and after that I'm pretty lost. I always used to believe that Barnstaple was a suburb of London.
It's not. It is a town in north Devon, several hundred miles from London. Fancy that!
I mention this because, in a moment of idle whimsy,** I wondered why Barnstaple is so called. Nothing to do with farm storage or mutilating paper sheets, it seems. Art?
Beautiful Barnstaple burgh |
"Santa Clarita Diet" And Zombies
I don't think they've actually mentioned The Zed Word yet, though they skirt around it by describing Sheila as "undead". Since she still possesses rationality and intellect it's not clear if she is a <pauses to consider, shrugs, carries on> classical zombie.
Now, this next bit might be a tad SPOILERISH, so you have been warned. Sheila's husband Joel discovers the existence of a mass outbreak of whatever his wife's got, in a Serbian town pronounced "Pozica".***
The town |
What is the cure? Well, why not write to the Serbian consulate and ask them? That would be too sensible and logical and possibly shorten the series, one supposes, and it only came in at 10 episodes in the first place.
"Act nonchalant! Act nonchalant!" |
Ooops
No wonder I couldn't get a cover picture.
<sighs> |
Well, we have broken the ton again. Shall I add in a bit more at lunchtime? We shall see!
* Rhetorical question - DO NOT ANSWER!
** One of several hundred I have per diem.
*** This, somewhat worryingly, is a real place. Population 333. Which is half of 666.
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