Conrad - Not Alone

I Refer, Of Course, To Being Horrible
Obviously this is something I have to practice at, so that I can easily ascend (or descend, if you prefer) to the heights (or, again, lows) of horridness without having to break a sweat.
     I can tell what you're thinking.  "Gloating again, eh?  The only question is about what.  Doubtless an orphanage burned down somewhere."
     Well, no.  Art?

Look at those numbers -

      This is a Have Your Say function enabled commentary, and I did go through a lot of the comments, which are overwhelmingly negative and gloat-y.  To set some background: this was a ballfoot game between Liverpool and Athleticy Madride (I think, or something close to that and I don't care enough to go check), in what is known as the "Champions League", which is apparently one of the biggest ballfoot competitions in Europe.  If they say so.  Anyway, Liverpool lost, and nearly all the comments were about how glad said commenter was that Liverpool had lost.  Look at those numbers - over one thousand four hundred comments, and if that time stamp of "21 minutes" means it was 21 minutes since the HYS was opened, that's a comment every second.

A positive plethora of monsters

     So, if in future you see me being especially horrid, please remember that I have an awful lot of (bad) company alongside me.
     Okay, motley, we need to find a large sporting event to release these skunks at!

One For Those Overseas
Literally.  Earlier today it was incredibly windy and cold, yet there were blue skies, a few scudding clouds and bright sunlight.  This is when I took Edna for her trot.  Cue getting home from an essential shopping trip (more of this later) and I immediately take the rambunctious little tyke for a walk.  Art?     

     What you can't see here are the leaden skies overhead, nor how the lead was positively humming as the wind threw it about, nor how fnorping* cold it was.  Of course Edna loved it, having a built-in fur coat.  I don't know why she had to stop and sniff every single patch of grass, because with all the wind and torrential rain, surely there can't be any smells left?
     Mind you, there weren't any other dog-walkers around, presumably because they had better sense.
     Bah!

Serendipitea
If you mention "spelling error" I will reach down your cable and drag you across the floor by your tongue.  As you should surely know by now, BOOJUM! does not have spelling or grammatical mistakes; what we do have are hilarious puns and other word plays.  So there.  
     Now, Conrad only ever occasionally visits the Sainsbury's in Oldham because it's a quarter-hour drive there each way.  Today, however, I had no choice.  None.  Sorry, Edna.
     The reason is that, since I've been on holiday dog-sitting for nearly two weeks, I've been having at least one pot of Darjeeling every day, frequently two, and this has run down my stocks of loose-leaf Darjeeling alarmingly.
     Where is the only place you can get loose-leaf Darjeeling without paying through the nose for it?

Yessss!

     The last time I was here was back in 2019, where I did a work-shadowing exercise, and bought all the packs of loose-leaf Darjeeling on the shelves - all six of them.  There were only five of them left today, so I got all of them.  Art?

     Potential shortfall now avoided.  Phew!  Okay, it wasn't exactly accidental - what do you want, a sense of logic here? <makes disgusted face>

I Say, What A Bounder And Cad!
Although Your Humble Scribe has only the very faintest of inklings about how the game of cricket is played, he does appreciate the sheer Englishness of the sport.  Plus there's that position of Silly Mid-On.  
     It appears that there are plenty of people out there who like the game so much that they are willing to pay an awful lot of money to watch it in very specific venues.  Take Marylebone Cricket Club, for example.  They are based at Lords, in Saint John's Wood, and were founded in 1787, which is longer than some countries have been around.  They first codified the rules for cricket, and whilst not as pre-eminent as they used to be, they still wield immense influence.  Art?

Lords and MCC

     To join you will have to join a waiting list of twelve thousand people, and then sit back and wait for up to 29 years.  Oh, and fork over £1,000 for the privilege.  Oh, and another £600 per annum whilst you're a member.
     Enter naughty Mister James Lattimer, who faked a dead members card with his own photograph on it, and used it to get access to matches at Lords.
     He was caught.  The judges were not impressed.  Not at all.  Although he was spared jail, he did have to pay a £10,000 fine, will need to do 150 hours unpaid public service and has a 10 month suspended jail sentence hanging over him for the next 18 months.  Nobody mentioned it, but I bet he's barred from ever entering Lords again.

On one of the 7 sunny days in 2019

     It just tickled me that he got such a swingeing sentence.  One would be tempted to say he wasn't playing cricket.

Your Daily Dose Of DANGEROUS!
Today we look at Acryloyl Chloride, which is another quite horrid organic chemical.  Art?

It only LOOKS innocuous

     In case you were wondering, and even if you weren't, it's used as an intermediate reagent in the creation of plastics.  As with most of the dangerous chemicals we've looked at so far, these things are used in creating all sorts of plastics, which is why burning household furniture is so dangerous, given all the toxic chemicals used in creating them.
     Anyway, Acryloyl Chloride is scary stuff, being highly flammable in both liquid and vapour states.  It will kill you dead if you inhale the vapours, and has an extremely caustic effect on the skin and eyes.  It's a little less toxic if you drink it, but Conrad would recommend avoiding any Acryloyl Chloride smoothies your friends bodge up.

Tons of funs in drums

     And with that, we are done!



*  This, apparently, is a legally-approved swear from the twenty-fifth century.  Who knew!