It's just that the title "It's Greek And Do Squeak" has been haunting me - positively haunting me! - these past few days, and I still don't know what I definitely meant by it.
Your Humble Scribe, however, has a mind that never sits still, or stands still, which is a bit of a problem when you're trying to a spell of contemplative philosophy, or working out how to parse tensor calculus. Thus - I have a suggestion as to what I meant. Art?
Tah-dah! |
Yes, the classic Greek dish. Personally I would prefer it if they left the recipe alone and we didn't have Beetroot And Pickled Banana Hummus With Anchovy Heads That Have Their Eyes Left In, and so on.
"Ah, you have over-reached yourself, Conrad," I hear you burble wisely. "This dish does not squeak."
Au contraire, gentle readers. Do not forget that one of the major ingredients is -
Chick peas!
They chirp, yes: they also squeak. |
Speaking Of Self-Indulgent
Today was Double Dinner Day for Your Humble Scribe, because although we were promised pizza, there was no definite time for it's arrival, and Conrad is a
5 slices |
Conrad 1 Pizza 0 |
The Battle Of The Build-Up
For Lo! We are back to Conrad yarking on about what happened after D-Day, and why the Teutons never managed to rush enough reinforcements to Normandy to outnumber the Allies. We have already touched on how Allied control of the air strangled any Teuton movement by daylight, and the network of lies that fed back false information to the Wehrmacht, keeping an entire Army waiting in the Pas de Calais region for a second invasion that never came.
Here an aside. The Teutons were always short of trucks, since their industrial production could never produce enough of this plain yet essential article. Art?
Truck |
Oh, and moving trucks and hence supplies by night? It had to be done in the dark, since any headlights or streetlights would have instantly called down the ubiquitous Allied fighters and bombers. This meant a very high accident rate.
3 points on yer licence, mate. |
In a nutshell |
A Double-Dose Of Coincidence Hydra
Yes by Jove, Michael Gove! Twice within the space of twenty minutes, which fair takes it out of you when you consider how big those fangs are, and they are fastened in your nethers. Take a look at Clue 4 Down: "What the submarine commander may be travelling under."
Zoinks! |
I apologise for the darkness of tone, although when you stop to think about it, such gloom is very appropriate for a blog that positively revels in atom bombs and the history of armed warfare. Oh - the Coincidence bit? I was listening to a song called "Zack and Sara" by Ben Folds, and just at the time my glazzies wafted over the clues about a submarine, why, Sara is stating "You work in a submarine." She does appear to be completely off her trolley, mind you.
Here's Coincidence The Second. "Where you would find the prisoner with nothing but an instrument (5)". And the answer, as you can see I got, is "CELLO".
What instrument did the <thinks of a compliment neither creepy nor cheesy> semi-sublime*** Shelli dig out of a charity shop recently?
No! Not a sackbut, you bafoon! A cello.
Sackbut and cello - a musical pairing made in heaven
"The Hood Battalion" By Leonard Sellers
Before you start up, No! This is nothing to do with that villainous Asian chump from the stable of futurologist Gerry Anderson and "Thunderbirds"; you know, the one with a bizarre vision impairment that made his eyes light up. Handy ability to have in a power-cut, mind.
How to scare cats The Hood way! |
My edition |
And there, having hit well beyond the ton, we shall leave this story, except to tease you with the operations around Antwerp ...
* Motleys - so self-indulgent.
** Not really.
*** Being wholly sublime would lead to swollen head, so we must temper this a little
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