But we knew that already, didn't we? The two things are interconnected, because - O! mis-spent time! - I have become entirely too fond of reading AskReddit stories of Revenge. These come in different flavours of Vengeance; from PettyRevenge, to ProRevenge, to NuclearRevenge, to SupernovaRevenge. Some of these have very dark endings. I did think I'd be able to play them in the background whilst typing words of wit, wisdom and wonder, except not. Art?
Gearhead? |
Back to the Second Unpleasantness. Yes, we do jump around here, please try to keep up! Okay, there is a memoir by author Sydney Jary entitled "18 Platoon", which is the tale of his leading 18 Platoon across Europe from July 1944. Normally I annotate half a dozen pages per night, which has been displaced by gloatingly listening to people getting hideous come-uppances over Reddit.
Only available for big £££s |
Killer pineapple |
Hence the "Potato-masher" nickname |
Of course, given the handle, you could fling stick grenades a long way, except they tended to not do a whole lot of harm where they landed.
There, I think we covered two completely different subjects in sufficient depth for tonight. Motley, shall we break out the popcorn and toffee?
You can see the resemblance |
Something Has Gone Badly Right
If you read BOOJUM! with any regularity, then you know I fear getting too popular, because I'm pretty sure some of the pictures on here are copyright, and besides that there are libel laws, and both The Metro and First Bus's solicitors would be hammering at my door with injunctions. So! It was with a touch of trepidation that I noticed this yesterday. Art?
Breaking the double-ton is vanishingly rare here. Also, look at the map below, where the Ruffians are simply lapping up BOOJUM! This may because we frequently mock Tsar Putin, who had better be able to take it. I bet he cries himself to sleep in the Kremlin each time we take cruel pot-shots at him.
"I - I - I- just have something in my eye." <snivels pathetically> |
More Of Guy N. Smith
You know, the one-man publishing machine, known mainly for incredibly schlocky and trite horror novels; the MacDonalds of horror fiction, you might say <another lawsuit in the offing, hmmm?>
You may recall me ripping into his tome "Killer Crabs". Well, just for a lark I checked Abebooks by clicking the link they had built into their "Retro Monsters in Books" feature.
YOU WHAT!
I don't believe this. Some piker wants £857.44 for a copy. Art?
Note the "New English Library" icon top port |
Bah!
Some Reciprocity
NO! That is not a rude word. Somewhat surprisingly, Blogger's wretched South Canadian spell checker doesn't jib at it. I merely wanted to put a good word in for the Ruffians, since they did me the (somewhat double-edged) compliment of reading the blog in large numbers earlier this week.
So, allow me to hold forth and rail about the ridiculously miniscule amount of military history works that detail the Ruffian's history in the First Unpleasantness. I can only think of one, Norman Stone's excellent "The Eastern Front 1914 - 1917", which of course I own. Art?
My Edition |
CAUTION! Long and complicated |
Finally -
Thankfully there doesn't seem to have been any panic-buying of newspapers, so I managed to get a copy of the Manchester Evening News this morning (I know this makes no logical sense, just roll with it), and the next-to-last wholemeal loaf on the shelf in a convenience store in the centre of Gomorrah-in-the-Irwell. I shall spare their blushes, but I also saw a rat scuttle across their inner window, which I reported to an utterly gobsmacked and horrified shop assistant.
Cuteness personified! |
And with that, we are done!
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