No, this is not about the never-ending and ceaseless (for the two are not the same) battle of wits and nerves between Conrad and First Bus, which is a bit of a one-sided conflict, as there's no great opposition when your enemy has the IQ of a bag of potatoes.
"What," I can hear you say, "Is he ranting about now?"
O I thought you'd never ask!
First Bus's passengers, rather than the execrable organisation itself. Art?
And these |
Like this! |
YOU SEE WHAT YOU DID, ALEXANDER GRAHAM BELL! DO YOU? DO YOU!
The rascal in question |
Under the swaddling? |
Motley, put your headphones on - I do not wish to listen to Perry Como!
A Man Of Taste And Distinction
I refer, of course, to Professor Gary Sheffield, doyen of military history and one of the staff in the War Studies faculty of Wolverhampton University. 'Twas his "Forgotten Victory" that got me interested in the First Unpleasantness way back in 2001 and I've got lots of his other works. Art?
The apple-cheeked prof himself |
I hope I have impressed you with the gravitas of the man.
Thus, it was with some amusement that I read his Twitter feed, where he stated that the best thing on television over Christmas was Mackenzie Crook's "Worzel Gummidge".
He's not wrong. Art?
QED |
Further To The Loonwaffle Brigade -
It's my fault, I did invoke them yesteryon. Be guided in that there is no conspiracy theory so crackpot in it's sheer barminess that these puling ninnies will not believe it. Yesteryon it was the Martian rover Curiosity. Today, I offer you the LEM ascent for Apollo 12 onwards. Art?
This is a shot of the Lunar Excursion Module's ascent stage taking off from the Lunar surface. The camera then pans upwards as the ascent stage climbs into the heavens - at which point the swivel-eyed bumbletucks have a myocardial infarction.
Not great but the best I could do at short notice |
"They had a third, hidden, unseen astronaut in there whom they left behind to take this film! Abandoned to die on the Moon, NASA are murderers! All for a few seconds of film and the tilting of a camera!" and so on and so forth until they either run out of breath or their meds kick in.
The reality is that the camera was on a remote swivel and with no more than the press of a button, upwards it panned. No need to imagine a fourth Apollo astronaut*!
Sic |
Also hopefully Twitter as well. Art?
Zips |
Further Of Fallout
For Lo! are we not back to "The Stand" by Stephen Archibald King**, and the South Canadian cultural references therein, which Your Humble Scribe has been explicating as he feels honour bound to do so.
And next we come across "Tom Swift". Art?
Art, you bafoon! NO! |
O stop being a baby. Put some Sudofed on the burn marks when they stop smoking.
As I was saying, Tom Swift. This is a name that has crossed my consciousness on occasion, yet I've never sat down to find anything about him. Or, rather, "It", as Tom is a fictional character in a series of <ahem> Young Adult novels that go back over a century and fittingly number over a hundred themselves. They are typically light sci-fi stuff, with titles like "Tom Swift and His <add invention here>". Like "Tom Swift and His Electric Rifle". Art?
Because every young person needs a lethal weapon to hand. |
Jonathan Swift with an awe-inspiring wig. A bigwig? |
Oh So That's What It Means
Conrad, in an attempt to keep the gibbering hordes from spoiling his cryptic crossword experience, was listening to his I-pod on the bus, and pulled up that hot platter "Oczy Mlody" by The Flaming Lips.
"Is that Polish?" I wondered. It looked like it. Fortunately I have a Polish colleague whom I can pester on subject matter like this: Marta.
"Yes, it's Polish," she confirmed. "It means "Young Eyes", but - it doesn't make sense."
Well yes. It's a song by The Flaming Lips. I bet it was never supposed to make sense, in Polish or any other language. Art?
A spoonful weighs a ton
And with that we are done!
* This will not stop the loonwaffles. Reality rarely does.
** I made his middle name up. Just for amusement.
*** I.e. death
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