Or, if you prefer living languages, "Through Hardship to the Stars", which happens to be the motto of the Brylcreem Boys, or the R.A.F. if, once again, we're being formal.
Why this referral to a motto that was adopted 101 years ago?*
No, it's nothing to do with "The Guns Of War", the memoir I am currently reading - though we will be coming back to that, O yes indeed.
I refer to that cerebral sci-fi thriller "Ad Astra", which I went to see last night. Art?
Brad Astra |
One is that this future is pretty well obsessed with finding aliens out there. Not only is there the Lima Mission, intended to get well out into the Solar System and scope out distant worlds for life; we also have the show-stopping International Space Antenna, which is depicted in one of those classic Pull-Back Moments, as you realise Oh Crud It's Not An Orbiting Structure.
"Hey! I can see your house from up here!" |
Look at upper starboard |
Sic, Vic |
There is an interesting concept about how the Moon's lack of national boundaries or borders, natural or otherwise, has led to a free-for-all reminiscent of the California Gold Rush, with bodycounts to match. Who's to say it won't happen that way?
The Deadwood Stage circa 2175 |
Overall the tone is pretty bleak, and it deals as much with what goes on in people's heads as bright shiny rockets, nor does it baby you about the future - you work out what this or that artefact is and how it got there - but at the end it does finish hopefully.
Now, I'll be as coy as the above for a few weeks yet, and then we'll begin to break down, analyse and discuss AA in detail, so you'd better go see if you don't want things spoiled for you!
Plus, Project Orion reference! |
Now, motley, shall we binge-watch "The Creature From The Black Lagoon" and it's sequels?
And from the literally sublime to the base and odiferous -
"Holiday Magic"
Yes indeedy, from the heavens to human greed and lust. I refer, of course, to another criminal enterprise springing from the fertile soil of South Canada, the land of both the free and the not-so-free, being as the latter are in prisons.
The company above were formed in 1964 by a <ahem> businessman, one William Patrick, who had a bankruptcy and a string of failed business efforts behind him. Not an auspicious beginning, you might think, and you'd be right. Art?
Conrad unsure what these "principles" were - "Rip off your customers and scam to the max"? |
The magic holiday destination for HM's upper management |
And Now - We Get Wet
Only by allegory, as Your Humble Scribe is in fact sat indoors at his desk, safely dry if a little warm, and for all my colleagues who insist it's cold THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOU NOT ME. Thank you.
A couple of weeks ago I came across a BBC item which confirmed every suspicion that denizens of the Pond of Eden have about their climate, namely that it is disgustingly damp and soggy, because it listed a parade of lexicography about the general theme of "Wet".
Let us illuminate and educate. First up -
"Cloudburst": an extremely heavy, localised downpour of short duration. Refer to "Cloudburst at Shingle Street" by the incomparable Thomas Dolby for a poetic example.
Shingle Street, pre-deluge |
Stuck in the mizzle with you |
Letty. Conrad not sure about this one - I'll have a gentle word with Art ... |
Finally -
Another of my grizzles about a crossword clue and solution. I did, of course - of course! - complete this morning's Cryptic in The Metro, so my concern is for you, the reader, who is not as irredeemably clever as wot I am.
"Polish statue for boundary (7)" was the clue.
Can you guess what it is? I'll give you a clue:
Obvious, nicht war? |
And with that, we are done!
* And on the First of April, no less. The R.A.F. never likes to be reminded of this
** Of which I am one
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