Although I admit it does have the ring of one of their novels - "The City Of B, surrounded by an inescapable barrier that lets anyone in - but nobody out" and which is a sly, subtle and underhanded critique of the Sinister Union that the censors were too stupid to pick up on -
Enough of what it's not. What I refer to is the city of Gomorrah-on-the-Irwell, this blog's hilarious nickname for Manchester. Art?
The view from my bus stop |
Conrad got to the venue rather too early, despite the best (or worst) efforts of First Bus. Art?
Two competitors practicing "Fence-pushing", the latest Olympic sport Oh, and a broken-down bus, too. |
Anyway! Albert Square at 11:15. Art?
It's causing of-fence, so people were MIFfed.* |
Two and a half hours later, I am back at Albert Square, where things had picked up a little. Art?
I think that was some sort of disco |
A fire and some birds; not much hope about queuing, though. |
With bag for scale |
This, therefore, is why I got back late to The Mansion this afternoon and had to put out a bit of fakery, i.e. links to previous BOOJUM!s that went out on the 13th July across the years. Which, contrarily, has racked up a lot of views.
Conrad - not happy at your contrariness |
"Big Week" By James Holland
As you should know by now, IF you have been keeping up to date (your distant descendants will thank you, trust me), Conrad has An Abiding Interest/Overweening Obsession/Creepy Focus (delete where applicable) in military history, primarily land-bound. Thus aerial warfare is rather a novelty with him, which is why he chose the above work. That, and I've already got a few of Jim's previous works, and been moderately impressed by 'em. Art?
My edition |
The very thing |
A 10-ton Flying Mallet |
Of course, it doesn't need batteries and cannot be hacked by the opposition, so it's not all bad news -
Finally -
As is not exactly news, Conrad just loves those Icelandic scamps Sigur Ros, and today he was playing an album of their's that's hard to describe, because the title is "()" and none of the tracks have a name. No official name, anyway - the band and others have dubbed every one of them subsequently, which takes away a bit of the mythos in my opinion.** Well, I have played "Untitled #6" about 6 times today, and if any television producer is looking for an epic theme tune, you only need pick the 3 minute out-play of 'Untitled #6'. It really is up there with "Echoes" or "Pounding".
Iceland - a population of only 338,000. How do they produce wonderful music in such large amounts?
Reykjavik and background scenery |
* Sorry.
** The only one that counts.
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