Nor is it the name of some fiendish alien race from "Doctor Who" (the BBC's premier dramamentary program).
I refer, gentle reader, to the potato. That's it's Latin name. Not that knowing that datum point makes it taste any better. Art?
Exhibit one |
South Canadians try to make the world's biggest brew |
Having established this logical nomenclature, it also struck me that as well as pronouncing things differently, different cultures see the same thing differently. Take global warming, and please don't pretend it isn't real, or you can go sit in the corner with the Flat Earthers and Apollo Hoaxers wearing a tinfoil dunce cap*.
Generally, we in the West believe global warming to be a bad thing, especially here in the Allotment of Eden, as we'd be reduced to perching on Scottish mountains if the seas rise. John Wyndham foretold it all in "The Kraken Wakes", you know - a futurologist before his time.
Time for a refreshing bath! |
Well, that's not the perspective of the Ruffians. O no. You understand that their far North is a wilderness of ice and snow and more ice and more snow? And thus it has been for millenia.
No longer. Art?
Suez or Saint Petersburg |
"How to strangle voles the Tsar Putin way!" |
Motley, fetch me some jellied quince on wholemeal toast, for I feel peckish.
Drop Ships And Lasers
No! Nothing to do with "Aliens", although one wonders what the scabrous eyeless bumbletucks would do if they did face a a computer-controlled laser cannon that could instantly range them with a low-powered laser pulse from 5 miles away before blowing a hole the size of a dinner plate in them -
Excuse me, my palms are sweating - a paper towel, motley, if you please - thank you.
Okay, Conrad came across an animated ad on Facebook demonstrating what looked like a pretty devastating pocket laser called "Tactilax", which showed it blowing up balloons, burning into wood, setting paper alight or cutting it apart, all of which served to make it look horribly dangerous. Art?
The device |
Tea!
Best drink of the day. The "cup that cheers and not inebriates" according to some wag in ages past. Take notice, errant South Canadians.
Anyway, what we see below (if you possess eyes - sinister xenomorphs take note) is a tea blend Wonder Wifey brought back from her cruise in tropical waters: Spicy Chai with Mexican Chilli. There was a scribbled description on the card casing, though since it's in blue Biro on black card, I can't get a photo of it.
Behold the blend |
What Do You Have To Be So Cheerful About?
It's a salient fact that Gomorrah on the Irwell ("Manchester" if we're being formal) possesses a surprising number of trees in the
A Manchester morning |
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the flying fishes play,
And the dawn comes up like thunder
In China across the bay.
If that's incorrect or incomplete, I don't care.
I might have known someone would put it to music |
Finally -
Conrad thinks he will betake himself off to Waterstones to look at books!
* I know, I know, veering dangerously close to Politics. Sue me if you dare.
** You know me, I tend to go on a bit, and we're already two-thirds done
*** Who knew!
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