You Can Debate The Metrics Of Same
But I would like to put this out there, after reading and finishing "Monty's Men" by Professor John Buckley (it won an award, you know!). As he wrote, during the liberation of the Netherlands ("Holland" is only one of the provinces) one of Perfidious Albion's soldiers was told by a Dutch civilian that they had to walk in the gutter if there were Teuton soldiers on the pavement ("sidewalk" for our South Canadian cousins). However, observed this same civvie, British soldiers would rather walk in the gutter themselves than force people off the pavement. A minor point, perhaps, but one that resonated with the Dutch. ART!
STAND TO ATTENTION! |
"I'm terribly sorry," he states, "But we're going to have to occupy your house." ART!
Upper lip stiffened by moustache |
That's a frickin' impressive bridge |
A Cake Of Note
Or so I emote.
This is probably giving away too much information about my Still Coyly Not Identified Employer After Two And A Half Years, but what the heck, I doubt anyone reading this will either know who it is or be bothered. And anyway I've been careful never to diss them.
So! There is a company Christmas advert, which pops up by default on our screens if we are idle for 20 seconds
And, walking back to desk after a - you don't need to know - back to desk, I remembered: Buckminster Fuller!
What do you mean, "Buck who?" Art?
ART YOU BAFOON! <sizzling sounds as Tazer is charged> |
Let's try that again, shall we?
Bucky and his geodesic dome |
He was right about horror films so he's going to be right about this. |
Die, Die, Spotify
Only joking! <conceals crossed fingers behind back>. You might say this is a slight case of The Past Is Another Country And What Was I Thinking When I Got That Tattoo*?
- is that piker Mister Hand stirring up excrement about me again? Treacherous appendage! <a short wrestling match ensues which both parties lose>
Anyway, there I was, scrolling through my old, old Spotify playlist, wondering why on earth that speed metal band (Dragonlance?) was on there, as they wear out their welcome after a single song. Then I came across a track dubbed "Modern Inventions" by The Submarines. Art?
Yes, very Beatle-y |
The Muse Strikes!
<clears throat theatrically, brings on a fit of coughing>
How many millions can you stuff in a sphere?
You will not find the answer here.
Indeed, the only stuffing you'll find on this blog
Is what United fans want to do to the Paul called Pog
All my own work.
Really, you don't need to know anything about the ballfoot game to find the saga of this Paul Pogba chap interesting, as it concerns one of the most basic human vices there is: greed. The background to the story is that Fergie, who juggled a successful musical career alongside managing The Manchester United**, got rid of PP way back when as he couldn't stand him or his ethos. Then, years later, TMU pay £89 million for him, and a big fat finder's fee to PP's agent, an utter sleazebag called Mino Raiola. Art?
PP and MR |
PP's ballfoot performance is consistently abysmal; the fans regard him as a lazy, greedy mercenary more interested in "dabbing" (whatever that is), Instagram and his hairdo than his football club.
Dabbers, apparently |
End of transfer.
Mind you, it may not have happened anyway, since having a lazy, greedy, Instagram obsessed dabber in your ballfoot team is a bit of a downer.
MR, with hilarious irony, accuses TMU of being "Greedy". Clearly this man has both no shame nor mirrors in his house.
And then some |
Finally -
I don't want to go on too long and bore you, so I shall wrap this up by saying tomorrow is Christmas Day, and you might only get the one post, as Conrad is likely to be wrapping himself around some Christmassy food. Though not mince pies. THANK YOU DIABETES!
The enemy |
* Conrad will never get a tattoo as he is a big fat coward <the shocking truth courtesy Mister Hand!>
** I think. I'm a bit hazy on the details.
*** Metric because Madrid.
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