Though - as we like to mix it up here on the blog - not as you'd expect. Unless you have become canny enough to expect the unexpected, in which case what follows, since it is the expected, will be unexpected.
A 1970 De Tomaso Mangusta - Ha! You didn't expect that, did you? |
"Bjorn had seen better days..." |
Now, the Czechs are what you get if you cross the efficient and thorough Teutons with the dashing and romantic Ruffians, and they make excellent lagers. This last fact has nothing to do with the rest of the matter, I just thought you'd like to know.
At this point, if there is an Irony Hydra to complement the Coincidence one, then it appeared and began biting, for what did the Teutons do when they invaded Czechoslovakia*?
Prague Castle |
Okay, do we have that down pat? Bjorn Doe = Nazis are all proper and correct.
Urban landscaping, Teuton style |
Today, opinions are far less certain about exactly who this chap was. Not a local Bohemian (part of Czechoslovakia now and historically) for sure; possibly Danish or Balt. In a way this is a better conclusion than the political extremists from the last century would ever be happy with: We're Not Sure, But It Sure As Stuff Isn't What You Bumbletucks Decided.
"Josef was crushed. Crushed! How could Conrad be so cruel? So, so cruel?" |
Right, motley, let us see who can neck ten fried eggs with a runny yolk the fastest, with only one rule: no hands allowed. BEGIN!
Conrad Is A Tad Apprehensive
Given the British gift for understatement, "A tad apprehensive" means "Rather worried, actually", shading in towards "Rather worried, old chap, actually", although well short of "Gosh! I say, things are bad!" which is what you'll only hear when the Ruffian missile warheads are definitely on an inbound track for London and Manchester***.
What I refer to is, of course, the blog's traffic figures. Art?
Look to upper starboard |
Not so.
BOOJUM! only operates successfully because it comes under the radar of anyone it insults or slanders or libels, and, as I've said before, getting toooooo popular means an increased likelihood of someone with legal authority getting interested, and us getting an injunction, or a cease-and-desist order, or, if Tsar Putin is in an especially bad mood, a visit from the FSB. And, besides which, we laugh at copyright.
I shall be on the edge of these -
Tenterhooks |
There Is A Gap In My Life
A yawning, aching, inconsolable gap. By which I mean I have finished watching Season Two of "The Expanse", that there is over a month before the new Season Four begins on Amazon Prime, and that nowhere in Babylon Lite (Oldham if we're being formal) can one acquire Season Three on DVD, not since all the shops that sold DVDs and CDs have gone toes-up.
Forthcoming |
Finally -
As you ought to know by now, Conrad, Your Humble Scribe and Modest Artisan, is of advanced years, which means his hair is snowy-white and would help him blend in at Outpost 31. The damned stuff also grows at an alarming rate, which is a mixed blessing; no risk of going bald yet, but requires regular treatment at grooming salons. So, this ante meridian I ventured to Peppi's in Chadderton, where I have been venturing for Lo! these past 20 years. Creature of habit, that's me. Art?
As big as it needs to get |
Right! Time for a cyanide and plutonium sandwich. Chin chin!
* Yes, Chamberlain, I am looking at you. VERY ANGRILY.
** A lot. An awful lot.
*** Birmingham's not important enough to bother with.
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