And BITTEN BY THE COINCIDENCE HYDRA AGAIN! Dog Buns, I make an oblique reference to Dickens and there's "NCIS" playing onscreen about a death*, and what do they quote, but Dickens! Dickens and "Bleak House" and Spontaneous Human Combustion.
Okay, I know what you're thinking, and NO! That title is not a typo for "The Artful Dodger". You ought to know by now that Conrad makes the English language do what he wants it to: sit up, lay down, go to the corner shop to get a new loaf (wholemeal of course).
What it's not |
Anyway, what I was struck by was a page on - What! What now? You want a recap? Oh very well <muttering fades away into the distance>.
Mr Dickens and SHC |
Okay? Are we happy now? Can I continue with MY article? O thank you. Too kind.
The unpleasant end |
A Stargazer fish |
About That Title
As I was saying, tonight's title was suggested by an entry on the BBC's website, about Dandie Dinmont. This, as per the article, is a breed of Scottish dog, named after a character created by Sir Walter Scott.**
Enter James Cowan Smith. Ol' Jim went to his grave a very wealthy man, and since he couldn't take it with him (being Scottish he'd probably tried and found it simply wasn't possible), he bequeathed it to Scottish art institutions. As long as they put a picture of his much beloved dog Callum on permanent display. Art?
Dandie, with prey |
"Lady Agnew of Lochnaw" |
Grim and realistic |
And there you have today's title.
I'm Not Sure If I'll Be Here Tomorrow
There's always some existential threat to Planet Earth - asteroid impact, nuclear war, fracking splitting the planet apart, weasels becoming sentient and with opposable thumbs, and of course - the zombie apocalypse. This is considered such a probable threat that it's usually capitalised The Zombie Apocalypse, which will grant you scant reprieve when the rotting undead are incisor-deep in your innards.
It appears that we have had another minor outbreak of the walking dead in Rochdale - AGAIN - that the authorities have 'dealt with' by allowing the survivors to flee to Oldham. Art?
Those poor, poor people |
Mostly attendant brains |
Finally -
I did go on yesterday about how we are genetically programmed to start paying attention to murder mystery fiction once we hit middle age, and had a bit of a general rant and tant about how adverts are pitched consequently at a particular audience.
Well, here's more proof. "The Mysterious Affair At Styles"is now playing on television, this being the debut in fiction of Hercule Poirot. I've already seen it, but so long ago that I can't remember the resolution. And of course I'm sat watching it whilst typing all this out, which inevitably slows down the production of words of wonder.
A Mk. I tank - Mk. I because of steering wheels at rear |
Not sure how elastic the definition of "summer" is, but those tanks as above did not go into action until September.
No, no, you don't need to thank me, it's all part of BOOJUM!s service to you, the public (also it ups the word count).
Another Mk I tank. Because you can never have too much TANK. |
* My guilty pleasure: popcorn for the mind
** All the literary greats tonight, hmmm?
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