If you know anything about Conrad, you will know that to him mathematics is a puzzling and frankly perverse field of human endeavour; whereas the written word is something he has a fair degree of facility with, as hopefully this bloggorhea as spewed out over the past 7 years proves.
What I want to - what's that noi
O Noes! Invaded by the steam trains! |
I do apologise. This sort of thing does happen from time to time, even on the best-regulated blogs*.
Where were we? O yes - being clever with words. Art?
This is the "Skeleton" out of the Oldham Times, and as you can see I got the whole lot without making a single mistake, probably for the first time, and as you can also see they didn't overburden us completers by adding in ridiculously obscure words. The Dog Buns thing is hard enough in the first place.
And with that gloasting I think this particular Intro is done with. Motley, can you give Art a mixed grill on a plate? Coal, coke and a bit of anthracite should do.
For those whose minds are perpetually in the gutters |
And Now For Today's Language Lesson
Your Humble Scribe mentioned "Antipodean" in today's title and would like to gloast a bit about how he uses obscure terms like this to look clever. I refer to Australia and New Zealand and their denizens, the Ockers and the Polite Australians respectively. The word "Antipodes" is Greek for "Opposite the feet" and it's implied that our southron cousins live exactly opposite us here in Perfidious Albion, which is nearly true.
For Lo! we are back to How To Cook That, where Ann Reardon once again shows what lying deceitful bumbletucks there are on Youtube, especially 5 Minutes Crafts. Art?
This is a 5MC "meringue", which Ann did in a microwave as per the recipe. As you can see, it is a squishy, flaccid mess. Enter the valiant Dave, Ann's long-suffering husband, who has to taste-test the gubbins she produces when following their recipes. Art?
Dave: not impressed |
I think I'll post one more illustration of how 5MC are utterly without shame or scruples tomorrow, after which we will meet Dave's alter-ego: Crusading Investigative Journalist.
And Now The Kangaroo
Here's a question. How would you tell the difference between a midget kangaroo and a giant wallaby? I've no idea myself, it just sounded like a cool thought experiment.
Anyway, I was plodding dutifully through my Reader's Digest book of puzzles and brain teasers, and came across a list where you had to pair off words, one pair of which was "Kangaroo Court". Art?
Er - yes. |
LOOK OUT! GIANT WALLABIES! |
And here we have Number 45 -
Hmmm |
Erics Mark One and Two |
Big Birds
I have mentioned the mythical Roc, a gigantic bird of prey that flapped around the Middle East and allegedly stole elephants. In fact a bird that big would collapse as it's bones wouldn't be able to support it's mass, which is a tiny detail the tale-tellers haven't bothered to address, the pikers.
However, there is a tradition of Extremely Large Birds in myths over in the Orient. Take Persia, for example: their battle-beast of a brontosaur bird is the "Simurgh", which, if Art can put down his lunch-scuttle -
Note the archetypal flowing tail-feathers |
And how do they know it carries off whales? Whales are creatures of the ocean depths, whom frequent the distant parts of the ocean. Don't tell me, Sinbad saw them fishing whilst he was passing by, hmmm?
Mrs Simurgh ponders the housework |
Finally -
Ah, poor Edna. She is getting used to the idea that Your Humble Scribe is working from home, which means she can come pester to either get a morsel of toast crust - or none at all if I ignore her and eat the lot - or to sit in loyal attendance as I open rustling packets of Hula Hoops or Sweet Chili Rice Crackers. A single susurration of plastic and she's there at my feet. Art?
No, Edna! Not so much as a sniff of a cracker!
And with that, we are done done done!
* Which this is not! <the awful truth courtesy Mister Hand>
** In Hollywood, anyway.
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