- O you do. Yes, I did mention on Facebook earlier on that I was venturing into Royton in order to get some toast. Except I was jumping the gun (the "Hasty" part) and it was actually bread, which I classified as 'raw toast'. And today's earlier post was titled "Conrad: Your Tasty Host". Such felicity with language, eh?
Now that hilarity is over with, we can carry on.
As you should know by now, Your Humble Scribe is a hair-splitting pedant of the very worst/best/worrying kind.
So! Art?
"Jack had a talent for DIY surgery" |
Okay, Jack's lady friend Cara, poking around in his steamer trunk full of money, finds a sepia photograph of soldiers in the trenches of the First Unpleasantness, with the legend "1914" on the back. Kind of like -
- this, except muddier. |
There! Don't you feel empowered by being able to criticise someone on a minor point that no more than one in ten thousand people would ever notice? I do!
I have had to pause "The World at War: the War in North Africa 1940 - 1943" because it's being tooooo distracting, I keep identifying the tanks and trucks and artillery pieces and aircraft they show - that was a Ford Truck, Canadian Military Pattern, shown in German camouflage because they'd captured it -
The Ford CMP. An ugly vehicle, it is fair to say. |
And Now - Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles!
I did warn you that we were going to take a closer look at Ian Stuart/Alistair Maclean's "The Dark Crusader", and that it would be a tad SPOILERY, so here is another warning, despite the book being as old as I am.
So - SPOILERY STUFF AHOY!
Art? An illo, thanks very much.
I had fondly imagined that "The Dark Crusader" referred to the secret agent John Bentall, him being all - well - you know, dark and stuff.
Not a bit of it. TDC is actually a British guided missile built to mount a nuclear warhead, designed to use a solid rocket fuel, rather than liquid versions.
Here an aside. This novel is from 1961, and Ol' - er, whom should it be? <tosses a coin> okay, Ol' Al comes up with a suggestion that the Ruffians are about to start building ICBMs with a warhead using anti-protons - anti-matter. Interesting speculation there, but several generations too soon, I fear.*
Not easily done! |
Okay, it's not a Dark Crusader. So use your imagination. |
Okay, you can come out from behind your hands, all the SPOILERY stuff is now out of the way.
Back To Barca
Ha! You should have seen your faces!
No, we are not returning to the fair Catalan port city of recent memory. Instead, the "Barca" I refer to is in fact Hannibal Barca, that chap who gave the Romans a good hiding every so often, especially when in Italy itself.
Here we change subject, to that of "Game of Thrones". Were I still at the Co-Op, Dave The Professional Yorkshireman K***y would promptly leap in here and declaim it was all based on Yorkshire, or the Wars of the Roses anyhow, and probably weasel in a few cracks about cricket and rugby, too.
Oo-err. The bailiffs are coming! |
You know, I don't think he likes my strategic analysis |
Fabius was the Roman politician who ordered their legions not to confront or battle Hannibal, thus depriving him of glory, propaganda and plunder. So too the same in GoT: avoid bringing the zombie hordes to battle, for any engagement will only increase their numbers.
You need to evacuate ahead of the shambolic undead mass, nipping at their sides and rear with quick, in-and-out raids using archers, preferably mounted for speed. Keep them under observation, so you know where the White Walkers are located, and perhaps try a little long-range assassination using obsidian-tipped arrows? Or that monstrous wagon-mounted bolt-throwing engine, again using a bolt tipped with obsidian -
That looks most uncomfortable. And probably gives you piles. Would you like a cushion? |
Viszontlatasra!**
* We have touched upon the use of anti-matter in strategic weapons already. Google for it.
** "Goodbye" in Hungarian
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