You are more likely to see a periwigged piglet playing poker than you are to see a spelling mistake amongst these electronic pages, as I have told you often enough before.
So, no, the above is not a reference to that thriller "Where Eagles Dare", although don't you worry, we shall be revisiting the Second Unpleasantness later on.
Anyway, what I refer to is nothing less than the Ruffians carrying out scientific research, an item I picked up from the Beeb's website. Art?
Russian eagle about to carry off it's prey! (Actually not; that's just it's handler*) |
Iran and Saudi Arabia were two of the answers, which came at a literal price, for the inquisitive scientists hadn't realised how far their birds were likely to travel, nor what kind of cost the GPS tracking would amass, which came in at a pretty rouble indeed.
Thus |
Erk!
There is a happier ending; the telecoms provider supplying the GPS service, Megafon, cancelled the debt and put our heroes on a much lower roaming charge for the future.
So, there you have today's title.
Okay, motley, let us commence Gin Checkers!
Oh! I thought I'd made it up. Apparently a real thing. Who knew! |
Those Of A Squeamish Nature -
May want to put their heads between their legs now.
Okay, the Sinisters had an Antarctic base at Novolazarevskaya in the Sixties, which name I have trouble translating, the "Novo" definitely meaning "New", and the "-skaya" is a place name (though not "Town" as that's "Gorod"), and "Lazarev" might be derived from "Lazarus", except that's a bit Biblical for the godless heathen Sinister, and the alternative is "Leper", which seems - odd.
The base in question. Be careful what you dig up, chaps! |
Erk.
There was no question of evacuation. The journey to Antarctica had taken over a month by sea. Air travel was out of the question as they were into the winter blizzard season, which also counted out going cross-country to another country's base. Oh, not only appendicitis, acute appendicitis, meaning a burst appendix in short order, followed by peritonitis and death.
So our gallant doctor gave himself a general anaesthetic, then, with the help of a couple of queasy assistants, operated on himself.
Leo in action. |
The penguins applaud!
"Right, lads, on the count of three - 'Hip -" |
Excuse me whilst I go put the oven and kettle on. That loose-leaf won't brew itself!
More Pyramid Scams
I hope you don't mind my repeatedly tapping into the baser side of human nature, as I do find the repeated occurrence of failed pyramid schemes a fascinating comment on both greed and ambition, attributes used to ensnare the gullible and credulous.
Today we look at Equinox International, which claimed to be a "Multi-Level Marketing" scheme, a camouflage most pyramid scams use.
Founder Bill Gouldd. You can tell he's lying - his mouth is moving |
Bill Gouldd - no, sorry, a rat |
Fascinating stuff!
Excuse me, gotta go put those fishcakes in the oven before Jenny discovers them -
What Have I Stumbled Into?
Yes, we are back to Lego again. From what I observe, there are differing levels of those involved in the hobby, ranging from ham-fisted five-year olds up to middle-aged men who compose positive sculptures in the medium, and there's probably another sub-sub-culture who make animated videos of their builds.
Anyway, Your Humble Scribe wondered, idly, if there were any Lego builds or kits that involved the Second Unpleasantness, so he Googled, with no expectations.
Holy Hopping Dog Buns! Art?
<the sound of Conrad being speechless> |
Not sure if that's a Sten gun, because the Western Desert Force were using tommy guns at this stage of the war**.
At this point I am going to finish off, as lunch is waiting. Chin Chin!
* I had you going for a moment, didn't I?
** Hair-splitting pedantry at no extra cost.
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