I know you'll forgive me, I have a winning smile. Yesterday I went on about various artillery pieces as if you already knew what was what, which is something I find truly objectionable with other authors.
Okay, I know that to you, gentle reader, every artillery piece ever is a "gun" but in fact it's not that simple. O no.
This is a bit technical so you might want to go brew a pot of tea.
To an artilleryman, or gunner, a "gun" is typically a long-barrelled weapon with a limited degree of elevation - that is, how much you can tilt it upwards. Art?
| The eighteen-pounder field artillery piece or gun |
There. That's a "gun". A howitzer - Art?
- typically has a relatively short barrel, meaning that the shell flies at a lower velocity. Said barrel can be elevated to a very high angle; notice the split "box" trail of the 4.5 inch howitzer above which allows such elevation. A shell from a howitzer will fly in a high parabola, meaning you can drop it behind cover or right on top of some unsuspecting bunker. Art?
| 4.5 inch gun |
Then you have the mortar - but that might be too much of a good thing. Conrad will reserve describing them for another day.
At this point I can only dream of inflicting a cruel and amusing torment on the motley. I wonder - did we ever throw it into a swimming pool full of liquid mercury? <eyes glaze over in malicious enjoyment>*
| A man can dream ... |
Making "Michael"
You know Conrad, interested in everything TANK, so when I saw David Fletcher standing in front of a Sherman, I looked closer, because it didn't seem quite right. Art?
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| Look! You can see the differences, right? |
| All those differences! Look at them! |
A bit of digging reveals that "Michael" was a prototype Sherman, not a production model, which is why the differences. Nobody can really explain why the driver was given two machine-guns to fire, unless it was to combat boredom? "Thirty miles with nothing happening - think I'll brass something up."
| The kind they made 49,000 of. |
"Stranger Things"
I liked the way Alexei described Chief Hopper as "a fat Rambo", which, to be fair, he took in good stead.
| Come on, Hop, lighten up, it was funny. |
I'm guessing there, but things look as if they're moving to a climax. The disgusting Glop Monster (which they call the "Mind-flayer") is making it's move, literally. The Russian Terminator is hot on the heels of Hop and Co., and Dustin, Erica, Steve and Robyn are still trapped underground.
| CAUTION! Do not feed the Mini-Glop Monster (yes, this is a baby one) |
| "Did somebody say THE THING!?" |
AS I WAS SAYING the th - crux of the matter is that I'll need to wait until Thursday to see that last episode - if it is the last episode - when I can have The Mansion's lounge all to myself.
Grrrr!
<gently escorts Mac out of the room, careful not to get in front of him>
A Case Of Irony
Ahum. Also, ahem. I see that there is now a live-action version of "The Lion King" to complement the cartoon version. Really? Conrad wonders at the South Canadian mindset, because they did, after all, fight a war in order to escape monarchical rule and become a republic. Heck, even one of their film studios was called "Republic".
| Proof |
| More proof. Also, no thanks |
Why! Enquiring minds** want to know!
Finally -
I only needed about 7 words to hit the Composition Ton, and that was them. More seriously, I notice the cars hissing past my window (yes a Doors quote) rather than squishing, as it has - oh frabjous day! - stopped raining. It's not certain how long this break in the winter weather will last, so I need to stop typing this shizzle and take my constitutional stroll into Royton.
Catch you later!
* Mister Hand needs no embellishment there. Conrad: officially a terrible person!
** Okay, me.

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