Let us just say extra-specially angry as a starting point, for reasons we shall go into shortly.
However, to balance the titanic temper tantrum, Conrad is also simultaneously very pleased, which contrasting state of mind is no problem for me. We shall go into this shortly also.
"What is it now?" I hear you sigh. "Low cloud over the Halle Tower? Sugar in the salt shaker? Alien spies hanging out in your wardrobe pretending to be coat hangars?"
None of the above - though I shall have words with you about that last one. Art!
THIS! THIS! THIS IS WHY I AM ANGRY! And thank you for asking. |
Corrected! My blood pressure is reducing already |
Whatever would David Bowie say?
That's not all. I have noticed an electronics odd-and-ends shop opposite the Dark Tower's Shude Hill entrance, which has an electronic sign up informing passers-by that their phones can be "FIXED IN MINUT".
Honestly, I don't know how to respond: tears of laughter or rage? Answers in the Comments section please.
Right, motley, we each have five sausages, five rashers of bacon, five poached eggs (healthier than fried, you see), five slices of black pudding, five slices of French toast, five sausages, a serving of baked beans, a serving of scrambled egg, a Portobello mushroom and some hash browns. We are eating against the clock with a ten-minute deadline - GO!
We love a challenge |
It Was The Force, Of Course
Conrad often travels past the Lego Shop at the base of the Dark Tower, and occasionally stops to look at their ever-changing displays. Your Humble Scribe dare not set foot inside, or he would end up leaving £865 down with a stack of extremely advanced building kits, having just acquired an expensive new hobby.
This morning, there had been an unusual posing of a major display. Art?
Putting undue stress on this thing is a bad idea, since it will probably come apart, at which point John, who spent six weeks of his spare time building it, will come at the member of staff who knocked it over with a gun, a spear and a bludgeon. You've been warned, member of staff!
The Reason I Am Very Pleased
You may, or may not, have heard of a television sci-fi series called "The Expanse", in which case
They are looking at you. Will you be looking at them? |
Interesting times ahead ...
Welcome to Ilus! (CAUTION! Everything can kill you and there is no coffee) |
The Vengeance Of The Vegetable
Conrad had time to think - always a dangerous thing - on the way into work this morning, on the mean streets of Gomorrah-on-the-Irwell, and one thing that struck him with all the force of a rutabaga hurled at the head was the intrusion into our - what's that? You've no idea - O alright. Art?
For your education |
"What do you mean, O aged and pensive ponderer?" I hear you query - which is uncharacteristically polite and appreciative. I shall explain.
First, an aside. Yes, right here!
Take it away Bard -
Raw source material |
On the other hand, shall we fondly imagine that our South Canadian poets anticipated a genetically-engineered pumpkin as big as a shed, courtesy of Man Meddling With Things He Was Not Meant To Know? Yes we shall. Art?
On the way but not there yet |
Why, then - WHY, I SAY! - do we see all these Halloween decorations and artefacts all sporting a vegetable that is not native to the Allotment?
The evil article in question |
Finally -
I shall have to finish here as we're over the Compositional Ton, and I need to try and get an appointment at Peppi's, as my locks are getting rather tatty, ratty and generally batty.
Later peeps!
* I call them this rather than "The proto-molecule makers" as it's a bit less clumsy.
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