Which, in the original Teuton, is "Ode And Die Freude", and which is, as I like to put it, one of the most sublime bits of noise ever composed by a member of Hom. Sap. Ludwig Van was quite the man. He avoided some of the heavy lifting by using the words of Herr Schiller as the lyrics for OTJ, which I'll give him a pass for. See also his 5th and 6th Symphonies, which I prefer over the 9th, which is where the OTJ comes in.
Not exactly cheerful, but the smiliest picture I could find of LVB |
Which is dangerously close to both Politics and Current Affairs, so we shall move on.
I refer in the title to the unusually concise Teuton word that means "maliciously enjoying the misfortune of others", and O my! have I been indulging in Schadenfreudey this afternoon and early evening.
Michael Bentine where are you? |
Searing. (The TEMPERATURES you disgustingly-minded lot) |
Emphatically not the shop in question |
Then, when the regional management came to her shop for a meeting, she put it on the public monitor screens, on a loop.
Steve got six years in jail; his wife got a suspended sentence as they had two teenaged children.
It's wicked, I know, but - I did a fist pump when Steve got his jail time.
O schadenfreude!
Hey, this is almost smiley! |
Yes, But Who?
It's one of Conrad's minor frustrations that memoirs have to be very cagey about whom they name when circumstances are dire. In the field of military history, this usually means that an idiot officer is only ever called "The Major", or "Subaltern X". Keith Douglas, writing of the Sherwood Rangers Yeomanry in North Africa, used to refer to their OC as "Picadilly Jim" with a kind of fond dislike. He was actually referring to Colonel Kellett, who was killed in action -
Sic |
Conrad's question, is: Okay, Max. Were you just creating anonymous and generic characters, or did you have particular people in mind here?
I would guess that the LRSTLW to be Paris Hilton. I'm equally sure Michael Bay is in there somewhere.
A Bay |
Gomorrah-on-the-Irwell
Or, if you prefer, and want to be formal, Manchester.
Conrad has a loooong walk from where he gets off the bus in
Sorry if that has created a word-picture you cannot unsee.
Anyway, for ages there was a mural of Tony Wilson painted on an electricity substation or some such item, that I passed while walking. Art?
"This is Manchester. We do things differently here." (A quote from the great man himself) |
Er. Yes. Whatever. |
Finally -
There's a thread over on the Facebook Space Opera page about what they think will be the first kind of booze made in space, with a whole lot of informed opinion about what it might be. The consensus seems to be vodka, as it can be made from potatoes, and outer space of the future will be awash (apologise if wrong metaphor) with spuds.
Wellllllll Conrad hates to be the pin to your balloon, but I remember reading in "The Guns Of War" about how the Canuckistanian troops came across what they thought were tanker wagons of spirits deep into Germany in 1945. There was some drunkenness. It turns out that the stuff was a kind of booster for rocket engines.
So the first kind of booze made in space might be siphoned out of a venturi, with a dash of ice shavings and orange juice.
CAUTION! Ensure it is not hydrazine**. |
* MUSICAL PUN NOT LIFESTYLE RECOMMENDATION
** As being dead can cause problems
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