Bananas!

No!  Nothing To Do With The Woody Allen Film
Back when he did comedies and had an unsullied reputation, nor is it anything to do with the Success Codeword as present in "Baby Driver" back when - er - Kevin Spacey also had an unsullied reputation.
     No, this is further input generated from Thursday's Pub Quiz.  The question was posed "Do bananas have seeds?" and it was either Yes or No - Steve the Quizmaster not keen on ambiguity, don't you know.
     The answer, which of course Your Humble Scribe got correct, was Yes.  I then, inevitably, had to do a little Googling to discover more.  Art?

Not Photoshopped!

     Just in passing, yes, you can get blue bananas.  Rare, and I've no idea if they taste any different from the yellow version.  Let me know if you find out, hmmm?
     Anyway, banana seeds.  Art?


     As once mentioned on "Gardener's Question Time" (possibly by Bill Sowerbutts) if you bit down on one of these seeds, you'd crack a tooth.  Banana trees are grown agriculturally from roots systems taken from already existing trees, and the big yellow fruits that you eat only ever have immature seeds present that will not germinate.

Not at all seedy.  No sir.

Enough with the multi-coloured bananas!

     Now, motley, I am boiling some potatoes - do you want me to put an egg or two in there for you later?

A Reflection And Dissection
As you may be aware, Your Humble Scribe has been watching re-runs of "The Sweeney" on television in the mornings.  For Your Information, the Sweeney have a history going back one hundred years, to 1919, when they were using horse-drawn vans.  A far cry from the Ford Granadas as used in the Seventies.
     Anyway, I believe the fourth series was set in 1979, because in the end credits we see a large film poster advertising - Art!

This, filmed in 1979

     Here an aside.  The studios couldn't do a sequel to the immensely profitable and critically-lauded "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid", because the two lead characters were unequivocally shot to bits by a regiment of South American cavalrymen.  How, then, to keep on making money from it?  Why, an Origins story, of course*!
     By 1979 the real-life Sweeney were in deep doggie doo-doo, thanks to their extensive links with criminals " - to obtain information - " and there had been all sorts of corruption convictions and investigations and resignations, which is how the last episode of "The Sweeney" finished - a disgusted Jack Regan cleared of corruption but vowing to leave the force.

Jack "The Hammer" Regan
(Not in a very good mood so best not to try him)

     Nowadays they are called "MO7" and are a branch of the Serious and Organised Crime Command, which has no kind of poetry to it and if they had a television series made about them probably wouldn't have a killer theme tune, either.  And there would have to be a disclaimer about not confusing them with the Metropolitan Police Air Support Unit.
          
                                                  Who fly - choppers.  Hang on, Art -

More Of Television Credits
Conrad maintains that it is always an educational experience to peruse the credits of television shows - those of films in the cinema always have huge blocks of names involved with the CGI and similar that pad out matters terribly.  Thus we come to the credits for "Poirot", where they thank Regalian Properties for Mssr. Poirot's apartments.
     Case in point.  Florin Court, Smithfield.  Art?

The apartments

     It certainly looks the part of an inter-war apartment block, though it was built in 1936, so a bit late for the earlier years of P.  Probably only of interest to architectural anoraks, that.  As you can see, it remains entirely unaltered in it's exterior appearance, which is what matters; no horrid artefacts like television aerials or satellite dishes.

Toxic!  Addictive!  Carcinogenic!
Yes, Your Humble Scribe is getting rather fed up of seeing the adverts for "88 Vape" whiz by on bus posters.  Art?

Know thy enemy

     As you know from yesteryon, the advertising of cigarettes has been progressively shut down since the mid-Sixties, and I don't think there are any media formats that allow it; so they take up the slack by sponsoring various sports.
     No such restriction for the Magic Smoke Flute, as yet another 409 skates past with that wretched advert.  In fact, even in a small town such as Royton, there are 2 vape shops; shops dedicated solely to selling MSFs and their paraphernalia.  Conrad only recalls a single shop in Gomorrah-on-the-Irwell that was solely dedicated to selling cigarettes (plus pipes and cigars).
     I suppose at some point the government is going to start regulating this industry, in a manner that brings in the most tax revenue.  Which is bordering on politics, which we don't cover here**.

"It could be worse, Conrad - it could be JJ180"

     Hmmm, Edna is getting whimpery and fidgety, which I suppose is her manifestation of Not Enough Walkies.  The thing is, Edders, I need to get this finished and posted and done, before walking you.  I don't have a lot of time, given that it's already 15:12, overcast and will start getting dark soon.  Patience, pooch, patience!

Finally -
Marc Chagall.  Thank you, brain, for having another person pop up in my head before I've got around to exorcising Thrasybulus.
     Marc was originally Moishe Shagal, into a Russian Jewish family (or a Jewish Russian family, no bias here), and has been seen as both a major figure in the Modernist movement, and one of the Twentieth Century's pre-eminent Jewish artists -

At which point -

     - Edna's squeakings bring us to a close.


*  This trumps the lazy "It Was All A Dream" option
**  Unless it's going to bring in lots of traffic