However, you'd be wrong - this time - because we are once again venturing into the Ruffian republic* and how those wacky Slavs deal with defaulting debtors.
Excuse me, tea is calling -
This will make sense on Facebook, I promise
Tea has called. Okay, another item sourced from the font of all that's fit to be writ, the BBC, which has moved on from eagles and is now concentrating on people who are behind on their utility bills in Samara, which is part of Ruffia.
Now, given that the economy over in the cold flat lands is equally as cold and flat as the lands themselves, many citizens are finding it hard to make ends meet. After all, the Winter Olympics and the Crimean Bridge are fantastic for propaganda but they won't put borscht in the bowl or coal in the scuttle. Hence, people run up debts.
Enter the Samaran Pyramid Scheme of Shame! Art?
"Here lives a debtor" |
Just another affirmation that the Ruffians never adopted, nor were part of, the Anglo-Saxon philosophy of rationalism**.
"To me -" "To you -" "To me -" |
Motley! I challenge you to a Mars bar-eating contest, first to neck 12 of them is the winner. And you have to keep them down for ten minutes. GO!
Ah - perhaps only - er - 11? |
I shan't apologise for whizzing off on a tengent***, because you will need the mental skills involved in order to survive the Robot Revolution (you have to survive to maintain an enslavable population for when I take over).
Okay, I refer once again to Spitzbergen, that icebox in the middle of nowhere which makes the very bleakest environment you can think of look like Piccadilly Circus at rush hour. Art?
This will be important later on. PAY ATTENTION! |
Enter the Teutons. Art?
The Teuton battleship Tirpitz. Freud would be having a field day. |
The Teuton squadron arrived at Spitzbergen, and their soldiers stormed ashore, capturing about 30 Nork soldiers. They blew up and burned down some cabins before leaving, and the Tirpitz, O Most Mightiest Battleship Of The Teuton Fleet, shelled and destroyed some dumps of coal. Oh, and it destroyed a pair of 3" guns that the garrison had as defence.
The Scharnie |
Within days, the Allies turned up to resupply and rehouse the Nork garrison, as the Teutons had fled in haste; those Norks of the garrison had sent out a warning radio message as the raid started, and the Teutons didn't want to have to fight a real naval battle.
Don't quote me on this, but I suspect the cost of the fuel involved, the almost-sunk destroyer and the shells fired by the Tirpitz - the only ones she ever fired, in fact - far outweighed the cost of blowing up a couple of coal heaps.
Wherein comes that horrid scent of bull***.
"We killed some coal! That was our goal!" |
"Did I hear something about burning?" |
- phew, he's gone! Nice guy for a human, Mac, but he needs to relax a little.
Meanwhile, Back At The Hartenstein Hotel -
I am gradually catching up with the podcasts of We Have Ways Of Making You Talk, and have now reached those that were broadcast at the anniversary of Operation Market Garden, from 18/09/2019 onwards, which began in Al Murray's garden and which subsequently moved on to Holland itself. Art?
This is how most folks know of it |
I have a feeling we'll be coming back to this: Perfidious Albion loves nothing more than a gall - excuse me - A Gallant Last Stand. Of which more withal.
* Provisional Until Reneged By Tsar Putin
** Also, vodka.
*** Like a tangent but increased by a factor of ten
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