BOOJUM!: My Easter Plans -

Apart From Taking Over The World, That Is
(We can take that as given).
Actually I didn't have any Easter plans, which fact was evinced by colleagues at work, who asked what I was going to do over Easter?
"Get up late and drink tea for England" was the stock response, which is what I tend to do of a weekend. My rock 'n' roll lifestyle, eh?
<typing will now slow down considerably as "Game of Thrones" is playing, having been recorded as of the South Canadian broadcast>

CAUTION! Can give you piles

Which makes me wonder how different the world will become once I've taken over ...
(First Bus executives begin to quiver in fear). I think we will have the 1st of June as International The Comsat Angels Day, where it will be compulsory to buy one of their records, and where you get the day off if you've already got one. A week off if you went to see them in concert.

Stand up and salute

Let's see - oh, plus I will arbitrarily ban any musician or genre that I don't like. Though I shall be merciful and only banish Madonna to the uranium mines.* Beyonce will get the salt mines, if she's lucky.

Image result for industrial mincing machine

As for Simon Bates ...

Now, motley, you're in the middle of a swimming pool filled with petrol. Can you reach the steps out before this lit match hits the surface?

Perhaps not.

Told You So
Well, at this point in GoT the crowned heads and big thinkers are having a council of war, literally, and they've decided to do what Your Humble Scribe suggested yesterday: exert themselves to kill off the Night King. He brought the zombie army to - er - life, so if he gets scragged then they'll all fall apart. At least, that's the theory.

Gentlemen, your target for tonight.

Of course, this army of wights might simply turn from an enormous horde of homicidal rabble directed at humanity, to merely an enormous horde of homicidal rabble. Which would be rather problematic to defeat.**
We shall see!

Schadenfreude
Okay, I did look at the Have Your Say Comments about the Manchester In United versus Everyton ballfoot game, and Oooh! How piquant they were. Of course, Conrad has absolutely no interest in the game itself, though I have picked up a certain understanding about it. This comment sums up a lot of opinions about the game and Manchester The United:

Embarrassing but not surprised. The clubs a joke from the top. No plan, no vision, donkeys above recruiting mediocre players, an accountant running the club, no footballing men, giving shocking players new extensions, breaking the wage structure on some clown. Average Players care more about their wages than the club and football, What’s there to be surprised about?. Good luck at city. United fan.

You can feel the palpable RAGE coming through here, can't you? Any typos are doubtless due to his hitting the keyboard so hard; he will need a new laptop tomorrow. There was another one about how sad the typist

This is to blame for so much

DOG BUNS! BITTEN BY THE COINCIDENCE HYDRA AGAIN!! What am I doing but watching "What We Do In The Shadows" and they're playing "Danse Macabre". What musical piece did I link to yesterday? "Danse Macabre".

Not very dancy

Where was I? Okay - yes, how sad the typist was at United Of Manchester losing, so sad in fact that she ate the children's Easter eggs. How I laughed!
Yes, I am officially a terrible person.
Oh, just for your enlightenment, the number of comments has now gone up to 1823. There are a lot of people out there who love to gloat, it seems.

Really, Charles!
Charles Dickens, that is. I did rabbit on a bit yesterday about how he was, frankly, cheating, by dint of having so many coincidences in the plot of "Nicholas Nickleby". We've just had another two shoe-horned into the narrative, though at least Ol' Chas has the decency to acknowledge one of them in print. That's at least five so far, and we still have nearly 300 pages to go - what's that? <grumbles> O very well.
Coincidence the Fourth: the beautiful creature whom Nick was instantly smitten with when seen at the registry office, turns up at his employers under mysterious circumstances.
Coincidence the Fifth: Nick just so happens to intervene in a pub fight, on behalf of a stranger who turns out to be his employer's nephew.

Ol' Chas, totally rocking it with the "Windswept" look

There comes a point, Chas, when the reader begins to wonder how far down the rabbit hole they're going to go, and when <looks for metaphor> Gandalf is going to appear and click his magic red shoes together, and everyone lives happily ever after. Which might be a satisfactory emotional ending but which is a tad short on drama.

Dog Buns!
I just realised it's Monday. Yes, Easter Monday - but still Monday. Having the day off has thrown me somewhat, because I was looking to post this article at about 3 post meridian, thus leaving a gap of several hours before I got started on the second post of the day.
Nope.
This is going to be the only new post you get today, especially since you were BAD yesterday and not that many read my Humble Scribings.
Live with it.
So, I shall Publish this in Blogger, but not put the links up on Facebook or Twitter until later in the afternoon.