At some point, and delivered by courier, not Royal Mail, so it could be anytime. This means no morning walkies with Madam, which would disappoint her if she had foresight. So I cannot post updates on all the care and attention the little domesticated wolf is getting with shots of same for her adoring parents. Why, I even cleavered a chunk of rather bony chow for her tonight, so that she could relentlessly gnaw it down to nothing.
Damn it! Another bus gone by without that "Join Our Congregation" poster on it. How am I supposed to complete a blog if First Bus won't even co-operate?
Anyway, I can only tell you about the jar of pickled gherkins I found at the back of the cupboard with a BBE date of 13/09/2019, rather than satisfyingly show you. Yes, I'll be them tomorrow. Don't worry about my stomach, on Friday I was eating a chicken sandwich made with chicken slices that expired on 06/02/2020. Food labelling dates - a challenge not a warning!
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| What they would have to look like to prevent Conrad from chowing down on them |
Ah, the gritters are out. An irrefutable indication that it's going to be a cold one tonight.
- widely seen at the time as a disappointment, since the band had gone for a polished pop production instead of their craggy heavy-metal roots. There are some corkers on there, however, although I'd not rate "Mirrors" as the best track, so WHY "Pretty girls can't look away -" keeps coming back to haunt me is quite the question. Art?
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| I'm looking at YOU, Eric Bloom. |
Motley! Went the day well*?
I Spy For The F.B.I.
Perhaps I should have put that in quotes, as it's not me I'm referring to, but a South Canadian F.B.I. agent, Marc Ruskin, who specialised in undercover roles, of which he had 12 over his career with the Feds. He was over on Reddit and invited people with an "Ask Me Anything" introduction. One of his guiding principles was "Live the role", which came back to bite him on the bottom once: a person he didn't know rang him, saying that an un-named criminal associate had recommended him. Except Marc didn't know which of half a dozen undercover personae he needed to be. There ensued an uneasy back-and-forth until he knew who to "be".
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| Mark in and out of uniform |
His answer was quite simple: he told them to eff off, he wasn't going to commit crimes at their behest, and as for killing someone? Again, eff off even more, he was a thief, not a killer. This kind of response is actually what would happen in real life, and it persuaded his not-very-nice associates that he really was a career criminal.
"Live your cover" is the advice adopted by Tom Marcus, an undercover MI5 agent whose work -
- but that is a story for another day.
Another Reddit Tale
"What slightly illegal life hack have you used?" was the question. Two responses stuck out in my mind. One was South Canadian, and stated that if you put the address of the person you wanted to send a letter to in the "Return Address" field and posted it without a stamp, they would get the letter delivered to them.
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| CAUTION! Saving £0.35 may involve serious prison time |
The other one was also South Canadian, though it could be applied anywhere. If your car has a part that is worn out or near breaking point, they recommended that you rent a car of the same model as yours, then swap out the shortly-to-be-dead dead part into their hire car, using the good one in yours.
As a commenter posted, this went waaaaaaaaaaaay beyond "Slightly illegal" and once again would probably result in some serious prison time.
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| This seemed apt. |
Korean Definition Of "Rock" Somewhat Suspicious
Because I couldn't find any trace of the artist (or artists) known as "Song Gae-Gwan" - yes, that really is their name - apart from some rather odd Korean instrumental karaoke songs on Spotify, I decided to go with "Cnblue", who had come up on the list of Korean rock bands when I Googled them. A man can only take so much pop, after all. Art?
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| Looking rather formal |
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| Totally ROKing it |
Finally -
We only need something short to hit the Compositional Ton, so I can tell you that I've started watching "I Am Not Okay With This", about a 17 year-old South Canadian girl living in a rather grim and dull part of Pennsylvania, living a boring life, not enjoying high school, not getting on with her mother - all those angsty teen things that happen to tens of millions of teenagers.
Except it seems that Syd - our protagonist's name - may be developing some rather alarming telekinetic abilities out of nowhere, that she can't manifest at will and can't control when they do.
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| CAUTION! Has some rude words |
* A subtle in-joke.
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