For is this blog not the very epitome of family friendly? If, that is, your family is devoted to the civilisations of antiquity, hideous medieval poisons, military history and historical bathyspheric exploration of the abyssal deeps.*
Thus, we do not - look this is going to take a bit of development, so go and brew a pot of hand-plucked Oolong and get back to us, okay?
Oolong. Loose-leaf tea, that is. Is there any other? |
The Ham. As probably no musician ever called it. |
The thing is, Your Humble Scribe prefers a track of theirs that goes by the name "Repent Walpurgis". An instrumental, with a quite outstanding guitar solo by Robin Trower, and an elegiac piano interlude by Gary Brooker, and this is where the Devil comes in. Are you paying attention and clutching your china cup of undiluted, uncontaminated, unsweetened Oolong?
"Walpurgisnacht", you see, is a festival event held on the eve of Saint Walpurga's day, when revellers build bonfires and dress up as witches, in order to fend off witches and witchcraft and evil in general, though if I were a witch I'd probably come noseying to see what all the noise and fuss was about and why are those people dressed like me?
Thus |
An Historical Political
I know that BOOJUM! doesn't normally go into matters political, unless it's historical stuff, or we think we can get away with it, but I was reading up on a couple of political concepts a couple of millennia apart, and - you know me - any pondering gets to wondering, which inevitably gets written down.
So here we are.
This all stemmed from having an nosey about Pericles, an Athenian statesman of the Fifth century BC, who had an opponent ostracised.
Pericles, with hat |
Jolly civilised! Remember that this is about two and a half thousand years ago.
Athenian splendour |
"Heinrich was surprised at how featherless and large these chickens were." |
Which is unusually sombre, philosophical and serious for the blog. Better wheel in the whimsy cannon and let loose a few blasts -
Porridge As Glue
Seriously, has this been tried yet? The stuff sets like concrete when spread thinly and allowed to dry, as in a breakfast bowl at lunchtime; you need to soak it for ages or tackle it with a paint-scraper. As adhesive it would be organic and non-toxic, unlike cyanoacrylate, though using it where it would get wet is a tad problematic. Also, it wouldn't make your house smell like a chemical plant, nor make you dizzy.***
CAUTION! Excessive use will turn you Scottish |
Here an aside. There is a tale that The Clash, when they were just starting out and were merely another starving punk band, went out putting up their own posters about themselves, doing it with flour-and-water paste. Then they went back to their miserable squalid squat (I'm waxing poetical here, it may have been a very nice studio apartment, though the odds are against it) and - they ate the glue. Cupboards entirely bare, one supposes.
The Clash - er - clashing. Hard work on an empty stomach! |
Finally -
Oh boy, file this one under "You Couldn't Make It Up, And If You Did People Wouldn't Believe You". It appears that Tsar Putin's instructions to his minions about blaming Chernobyl on the CIA has come to fruition. If you can call it that; the fruit appears to be wormy and undersized. Art?
Hmmm. |
Okay, druki, see you later!
* It's been a while, but I definitely wrote about this.
** He used to farm chickens. Oddly enough, there are no photographs of him farming chickens. Probably not glamorous enough.
*** Unless you eat gallons of the stuff in one go. Which would be both deplorably greedy and impressive.
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