O my goodness, yes! Not that you can tell by looking at me, since my stony visage gives no clues as to what sinister and malicious imaginings are going on upstairs: "Oooh, Betty, don't he look evil, like he's planning to blow up the orphanage!" or "That, my boy, is the face of a man who drowns puppies by the sackful for money," are two things never said about me.*
The proof |
Here an aside, where I explain the complex technical details behind the Champing Leaguer. It's a competition played between ballfoot teams from all over Europe, possibly also including Scandinavia (which is code for I Don't Care And Can't Be Bothered Enough To Check). That bit about Europe is important. Eventually two teams from Europe end up playing each other in the "Final", winning the Campion Slugger.
Europe. Where history comes from. |
Not notably European |
It's all fascinating stuff, and as someone with absolutely no interest in the game itself, a non-stop stream of hilarity.
Baku |
Right, motley, you are going to have to get out of the maze barefoot, in total darkness, and over one hundred thousand pieces of Lego scattered at random!**
The Mind Of Your Humble Scribe Hard At Work
Much to my surprise, said mind can be focussed on distinct topics and generate - well, if not entirely sensible results, at least ones where disbelief can be suspended.
Here an aside. Quite some time ago, I detailed that variant of the Mosquito aircraft which mounted a 57mm anti-tank gun, for going after Teuton shipping and U-boats; it was known, with considerably drollery, as the "Tsetse". The gun was equipped with a 21-round feed mechanism that enabled it to fire one round per second, so of course Conrad immediately speculated "Why not mount some on trucks and biff the bally Boche badly?"
Less of a bite, more of a frickin' Great White's gobful |
Thus |
The rara avis. Or, rara felis. (This is one that was knocked out and hauled off to Bovington Tank Museum) |
"Conrad's cheating again!" |
Hmmm. Only 2 topics so far. I think we need to add in a little sweetener to all this bile and nastiness. O what could it be?
Cheese!
As you know, Your Modest Artisan possesses a fusion-powered induction furnace where
Best before - a week earlier? Something like that. |
Naughty Conrad! Bad Conrad! I deferred opening it at work and brought it home again, to make a cheese and salami sandwich from it, and despite that being out of the fridge all day long, I am still here.
Of course, whether this is a good thing or not is open to question. Next out of the fridge - some burgers that were sold as being on their expiry date, purchased last week sometime or other.
Food safety - the challenge of today!
* Yet.
** Every parent knows the joys of standing, barefoot, on their infant's discarded Lego.
*** My work colleagues, on the other hand ...
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