NO SNIGGERING AT THE BACK! Conrad is unsure quite how he found it, but I came across an interesting and analytical Youtube channel last night called "Answers With Joe", fronted by one Joe Scott. His title was simple: "How tall can we build?"
A straightforward question that has a surprisingly long answer. For several thousand years the tallest man-made structure was the Great Pyramid, which was only surpassed in 1311 by Lincoln Cathedral. Art?
Everyone's seen the Pyramids; here's Lincoln Cathedral when it had a spire. |
Paging Mister Freud ... |
ESB |
Anyway, back to the Burj Khalifa. With a structure that high, there were issues with wind oscillation, which had to be factored into the structural design: if you think this is a silly minor worry, Google "Galloping Gertie" or "Tacoma Narrows Bridge". Nor was that all - thanks to the extremely hot climate, any concrete being poured had to be made with ice and pumped at night, when it was cooler.
Gertie, when she galloped |
A whopper! |
Okay, motley, time to run the gauntlet of dark throwers in your hazmat suit! Oh - that smell? Just a little poison gas. Hardly enough to affect anyone.***
Bitten By The Coincidence Hydra - AGAIN
Your Humble Scribe was sitting in the comfy chair in The Mansion's front room, idly completing his Codeword and equally idly looking at the television schedules to see if there were any Middle-Aged Man's Murder Mysteries to be seen - preferably an Hercule Poirot one that I could work out before everyone is assembled in the country mansion's dining room.
Alas, no. The information for a "Columbo" did appear at Channel 39 (CBS Justice, I think). The featured actors were Peter Falk (of course) and -
Hopefully without Mockney accent |
I continued to scroll down the schedule and Surprise! What is this but "Diagnosis Murder" and who's the central actor but -
Matey, again |
Conrad Goes Potty
I know a title like that is going to lead to some smartbottom mentioning a visit to the bathroom and toilet-training. Or, alluding to Your Humble Scribe's mental state, commenting "How do we tell the difference?"
Pshaw! A plague on both your houses, and your garden sheds, too. Not the garages, for I am merciful.
Let an illustration explicate somewhat. Art?
Tah-dah! |
Your Humble Scribe is happy, and also penless.
Conrad, looking about as happy as he gets. |
DANGER WILL ROBINSON! POLITICS!!
I can only apologise for daring to use three exclamation marks in a single title, which is indeed bordering on screaming hysterical emotion. Oh, and about the politics bit, since we usually avoid it like poison, along with Current Affairs and Religion.
Well, it's my blog and I make the rules, and break them if I feel like it, and I feel like it.
The subject matter I refer to is nothing to do with the stultifying Brexit, but about the largest election in history, namely that taking place in India. Art?
The sub-continent |
There you go - you now know something I bet you didn't know five minutes ago.
This is biting political satire, honest. |
* None of that metric nonsense here.
** Plus there was that Revolutionary War thing that we won't go into.
*** Much.
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