I do note that French ace Pierre Clostermann flew one of these when he went a-biffing the Boche in the bright blue skies -
But that's not what this is about. "Will you give us a hint, O Snowy-Haired obscurantist?" I hear you squeak. Indeed. Let us elucidate, but first!
NNNEEEYOWWW BLAM! |
Okay, apart from wittering on about military history and major civil engineering projects, what is also a preoccupation of Your Humble Scribe?
That's right: tea. Specifically loose-leaf tea, and preferably Darjeeling. Art?
Behold the brew! |
Note the colour depth of the liquor |
This is pretty obviously small beer*, at least for those out there who resort to <shudders in snobby horror> tea bags, and for South Canadians, who owe allegiance to coffee thanks to some carnival event in Boston. For someone who is getting through two pots of tea a day every day thanks to working from home, it makes a difference, thank you. In fact I am going to have to venture to Sainsbury's for some of their Fairtrade loose-leaf Darjeeling in a few weeks, as I've been guzzling gallons of tea at a far faster rate than usual.
Perfection in a packet |
When Esky Was Pesky
One makes do where one can. I mean, I cannot gurgle with malicious glee at the BBC's "Have Your Say" pages as all sport in This Sceptred Isle has come to a screeching halt, so I have been making do with the "Revenge" pages on Youtube's "r/AskReddit" channels, and one of them struck me yesteryon as being especially petty-minded and mean. Which is reason to applaud the original poster. Art?
He owned a fridge |
With an "Esky" full of thawed ice |
24 hours earlier ... |
And now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go refill my teacup.
This will all make sense on Facebook -
Honest |
Your Daily Dose Of DANGER!
Because everyone needs a little frisson to get their hearts beating faster, don't they**? And today we are looking at Aluminium Phosphide, or AlP.
This is horribly dangerous stuff, because it's designed to be so. Art?
CAUTION! Not to be confused with liquorice balls |
The symbol is there for a reason, folks. |
Blimey, that was grim. Shall we have a little lighter entertainment? Ah - we haven't finished doing our Little Musical Critique of " 'A' Bomb In Wardour Street", have we?
Then again that wasn't a whole heap of fun, either. Think, Conrad, think!
"Buttlar-Brandenfels"
I didn't need to write this one down upon waking up, as it was peculiar enough to stick in my mind. What was it? The landscape setting where Sherlock Holmes falls to his death? A kind of hot spiced Christmas spirit drink from Bavaria? A composer of nineteenth-century Teuton leider?
None of the above. Art?
A Teuton general |
Not to be confused with "Horst Julius Freiherr Treusch Von Buttlar-Brandenfels", who was an earlier iteration from the First Unpleasantness, and who jockeyed Zeppelins across the skies. Art?
I think he's sitting on a spike. At any rate, he does not look happy. |
Zoinks! |
* Do you see - O you do.
** It isn't just me, is it?
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