Not yet ...
This will make sense once you read Facebook |
There you go, all dark and satanic. |
I'll get to that in a minute, after I work out your punishment for "biffer". Before then, let us briefly visit an artefact associated with this town's name. Art?
Behold the Blackburn Roc! |
Which was marginally better |
What the meat of the matter is, is a book of memoirs by a British American author, about his time in an artillery regiment in the Second Unpleasantness. Art?
Well done, editor - that's an American soldier on the cover. |
Gun, limber and Quad |
One of the Corps' heavies: a 5.5" sending a hundred-pound HE hello. |
Conrad Is Angry. ANGRY!
Beyond my normal level of simmering, all-encompassing, bilious hatred, that is, for - why yes, this is about a Cryptic Crossword answer, how did you guess? Ah, the throbbing temple veins and froth on my lips, right, right.
"The boat's account will give you the bird (8)" was the clue, and I had no idea what it could be even though I had three of the letters, until looking up the solution in next day's Metro.
I'm not going to tell you the answer, either, because I'm feeling extra-specially horrid.
This Bus Is Dead -
- it's wrong in the head. Whilst Conrad was indulging in the wildly interesting and entertaining sport of Waiting For His Connecting Bus, he noticed a stationary 409 in the bus stop opposite. This bus stop is recessed away from the main road, so drivers use it to pull in and waste time if they're ahead of schedule, which by the law of averages is bound to roll around once every eighty-seven weeks. Art?
The problem? That object just to port of dead centre, a yellow mirror on a black frame. The chap just visible in hi-vis clothing got a ladder out of his van, pulled the whole frame off, removed the mirror, got another frame from his van, put the mirror on that frame, hammered the frame into place and then he was off.
Of course, it simply could not have waited until the bus got into Ashton Bus Station, oh no, because - er - because - ah - because that wouldn't have inconvenienced enough people**?
Still On The Subject
One of the features of First Bus having amended the 182 and 181 timetables is that they are now worse than before, not merely in terms of frequency or actually doing something conceptually mind-blowing like turning up on time, but in the size of the buses being put into service.
Your Humble And Annoyed Scribe is now keeping a log of what's gone wrong with the service for a future letter. Since "It's ****" offers nothing constructive, I shall point out that at rush hour, at peak times, when there are the maximum number of passengers waiting, the bus is inevitably a single-decker. Art?
No. But I am feeling merciful and will leave it and Art's tender hide untouched. |
Then what do I see in the Cryptic Crossword answers?
I think the universe is trying to tell me something. Dear universe, can you make it easier on both of us and use social media instead?
And with that, we are done!
* A topic-appropriate metaphor
** Well, it's a theory
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