Getting Jig-y With It

NO!  That Is Not A Typo
Which, in case you were wondering, and even if you weren't, is the commonly accepted abbreviation for "Typographical Error" -
     DOG BUNS!  BITTEN BY THE COINCIDENCE HYDRA AGAIN!
     

See?

    As I was about to start banging on about jigsaws - and you can see where today's title comes from, can't you? - what happens on "Doom Patrol" but junior Jane STARTS DOING A JIGSAW PUZZLE!  
     What is it about my tender behind that makes it so irresistible?  Taste?  Texture?  Tattoos?  Type of blood?
     Dog Buns!  I keep losing the font - it keeps dropping into Verdana, instead of the old default Times, and Verdana is close enough to Trebuchet that it takes a minute to notice.  What is going on with the world?
     Anyway - there you  go, back to Verdana again - Anyway IF I CAN CONTINUE?  I have completed my 1,000 piece jigsaw, which actually turned out to be a 999 piece jigsaw.  Art?

     Can you spot it?
     The thing is, Your Humble Scribe is so careless and clumsy that it's quite possible I dropped it on the floor of the Sekrit Layr, where it has been covered by a comic book, empty envelope, dead newspaper and a bottle-top.  It'll turn up the next time I hoover, in two or three months weeks.
     There you go, my current jigsaw completed.  It takes a peculiar mindset to find enjoyment in these puzzles, doesn't it?  And you're looking at it.
     Right, motley, time to play Shark-Pong in your swimsuit made of bacon!

Festival Time
The BBC's News website is really pushing Glastonbury, which it states sports 100 stages that will permit 3,000 acts to play.  That's a lot of performers, eh?
     Let us return to the forestalled Powder Ridge Rock Festival, the music festival that never was, since the locals got it cancelled before it began.  Which didn't stop 30,000 people from turning up in the hope that something would happen.
     Well, with no music, no food, no plumbing, no entertainment but lots and lots of drugs, as I posed the question, what could possibly go wrong?

A question I had to ask

     Enter "Electric Water".  These were vats of water that non-festival festival goers were encouraged to drop their unwanted drugs into, and then to drink from the resulting chemical cocktail.  Unsurprisingly, a lot of people underwent quite horrible experiences and needed medical help, which is what you tend to suffer when drinking entirely unknown cordials of sinister pharmaceuticals.  The volunteer doctor on site said it was quite the worst case of hallucinogenic abuse he'd ever seen.

At least it wasn't raining

    
     Watching "Doom Patrol" again and yes, it is still living up - or down - to the Strangeness Quotient.  We've just spent an episode inside Jane's brain, which is every bit as dangerous and dark as you'd expect of someone with 64 distinct personalities.
Food Safety - A Challenge Not A Warning!
Last week in work saw a couple of general changes across the floor.  We changed desks, which I mentioned before - "We Fear Change" being the general theme - well, it was true for me, if not for everybody else.  Pedestals were also switched around, which meant that several long-abandoned ones were emptied of their contents, including this - Art?

     For those without sufficiently keen eyesight, that Best Before date is "Jan 2019", meaning it was practically in date, as what's five months between us?  Plus, it was sealed in a wrapper and had been kept in a pedestal at room temperature, meaning it was bound to be fine.
     So I ate it.  And I'm still here.  Thus my logic is correct.  

A Blast From The Past
Literally!  For Lo!  we are now talking about the "History of the 12th (Eastern) Division", which has sufficient detail to be interesting, including stuff I'd not heard of before.  For one, it mentioned the attempts of both sides to tap each other's phone communications, by running lines across No Man's Land and putting "Earth pins" into each other's parapets, which is activity novel to me.  I suspect this means being able to pick up insufficiently shielded telephone wires.

State of the art in 1915

     I do know that the Teutons were able to pick up such later in the war, and that the British were insufficiently cautious about using codes or ciphers when chatting via telephone, which led to giving important secrets away.  Ooops!
     Then there is one episode where an infantry battalion was detailed off for a special duty, which amounted to a "spy raid" on the town of Bethune.  This town was behind the front lines, though distant enough to still have a substantial civilian French population, and the 12th Division soldiers were positioned at each of the four corners that separated a street from the others.  On a given signal they all promptly positioned themselves across the street, bayonets a-fixed, and let nobody in or out, whilst search parties went through the whole street, house by house.  This apparently did catch some spies; though given the fervour with which both British and French pursued same, whether extant or not, there is some doubt as to just how spy-y these spies were.

Like it says on the tin - Bethune

      Damn it, still losing the font!  Okay, since I need to have some lunch before heading into Royton on my constitutional, and getting some bread and potatoes, and some gin (because that bucket takes a bit of filling, don't you know), I shall call a halt here, somewhat under the Compositional Ton.  Only around a hundred sixty words short, so you can't complain too much.  I mean, it's not as if you have to pay to read this scrivel, is it?

Though, if the urge takes you ...