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Saturday, 11 April 2020

We Looks -

At Books
"Books Do Furnish A Room" is a title from Anthony Powell's "A Dance To The Music Of Time" sequence of 12 novels, which Conrad has never even glanced at, let alone read.  Tony would have had an uncomfortable experience trying to sleep on a mattress made out of books, or remain seated in a chair consisting of quarto volumes, I rather think.  Art?
10 Things You Won't Believe Are Made Out of Books | How to make ...
What if you want to read that one in the middle of the mattress?
     Anyway, Your Humble Scribe has been shifting shizzle around in his Man Cave in order to tessellate more efficiently, as his Book Mountain continues to increase over REMAIN COMPLETELY STATIC IN NUMBERS.  Let us have a "Before" picture.  Art?
Ignore the Christmas wrapping paper.
     There was a bit of shifting magazines and furniture, as the bedside cabinet that used to occupy that space now stands either alongside the bed or by my table, where I can rest a tray of tea and toast of a morning.  Art?

     All shoved firmly against the wall to prevent any wobbling.  These are the works that I'm pretty sure I have already read, though given how many of them there are, Conrad may be in error by one or two.  They are thus now out of the tatty cardboard boxes they previously inhabited, which are no longer taking up space in the middle of the floor, as Conrad is pondering about running a wargame.
     Oh, I do now have a couple of stalagmites of unread books, piled up next to the desk.  I really ought to make a dent in these before ordering any more books.  Let's see if I can maintain that level of self-discipline.  Art?
With passing dog for scale.

     Here the impact of the wretched Covid-19 comes into play, since I am no longer venturing into Gomorrah-on-the-Irwell, which means I cannot browse the eclectic collection that Eddie, of Church Street Market Books, maintains.  Really, the man is a trouper; if you ever visit Gomorrah-on-the-Irwell, do take time to peruse his collections, and say that Rob sent you.  Explain I'm the tall, white-haired, very grumpy looking bloke and he'll know who you mean.  Art?
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Just like Eddie.
     Motley, let's watch "Where Eagles Dare" and count every single bullet fired*!

Holy Heck!
No, no, nothing about nuclear weapons, honest.  No, it's just that I've seen someone with a lot of disposable income pay £731,000 for the handwritten lyrics to "Hey Jude The Obscure", which was apparently written by rock star Thomas Hardy -
     Or something.  I wasn't paying a whole lot of attention, too busy juggling with my monkey's paw.
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Greetings, amphibious car!
(Because why not?)

A Shield More Akin To A Hammer
That blogger of all things military, Listy - O alright Mister David Lister, there, happy now? - who has published books of which I have one - "Forgotten Tanks and Guns of the Thirties and Forties" which is a fascinating little ramble - has another one out at the moment, "The Dark Age of Tanks", which if Art will put down his plate, spoon and coal scuttle -
The Dark Age of Tanks - Britain's Lost Armour 1945 - 1970 | Secret ...
Listy's latest
     On his blog Listy was making mention of anti-tank weapon designs from the Fifties, and he discussed one particular bit of ordnance that I'd completely forgotten about: the Malkara anti-tank missile, which was being developed jointly by Australia and Britain.  "Malkara" is Aborigine for "Shield", since you asked.  I would like Art to illustrate this particular beast with something that gives a sense of scale.  Art!
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The Malkara mounted on a Humber Hornet
     I hope this gives you some idea of how enormous the Malkara was.  Of course there are no pictures with the missile arrayed against puny humans <annoyed face>.  There were no contemporary missiles like this that were capable of being carried by a member of Hom. Sap. and even today weapons like the Carl Gustav or the RPG7 only fire warheads that mass 7 lbs of explosive at most.  The Malkara was designed not only to destroy obliterate contemporary Sinister tank designs like the JSIII but also any future developments for the next decade at least.  Thus it had a 57 lb warhead; as Listy points out in his detailed technical appraisal of the Malkara, any Sinister tank it hit would Go Away.  It may be fifty years out of date but if it hit a T14 Armata, that, too, would Go Away.
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Then there's this monster ...
     Which is another music for a different kitchen.

     Excuse me, just kibbitzing a little with Richard about suitcase nukes.  Ex-engineer, don't you know, currently running a guesthouse in Wales, plans to move to Spain the instant he can, got a house out there with a fantastic garden and view of the hills and a swimming pool and everything - do I sound slightly jealous?
Wargamers Guide to the Riff War – TooFatLardies
He also wrote this

"An Englishman At War" By Stanley Christopherson (Editor - James Holland)
I find it a tad ironic that this comes under Richard's work on The Rif War, Richard being about as Welsh as you can get.
     Your Humble Scribe must have regaled you with his intent about SC's diaries; I am annotating them, in order to retain a memory beyond a fleeting recollection of some tanks and the desert.  
     SC began the war as a humble subaltern in a Yeomanry regiment, which was a horsed cavalry unit, making his way across France and the Med to Palestine, as it was then.  From being colonial police in the saddle, his regiment then became plodding infantry on patrol, before metamorphosing into gunners and manning artillery during the siege of Tobruk, then rotating back to Palestine.
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In the ruck at Tobruk
     Now, at last, in March 1942, the SRY finally get tanks!  They had enough for three crews at any one time, so it was a case of training, then standing and gazing longingly as the next crew got a go.  These tanks were the South Canadian M3, known in British service as the "Honey", because compared to the execrable British tanks of the time, that's what it was.  You could get up to 40 m.p.h. on the flat, the tracks didn't come off if you cornered at speed, and it didn't break down after 10 miles.  Art?
1942, North Africa. The commander of a Stuart tank using a knocked ...
Honey being funny
(Technically, hiding hull-down behind a knocked-out enemy tank)
     THEN!!  Came the Grant tank, which was a positive colossus next to the M3.  Art?
A Crew of 7, Really? 30 Photos of the M3 Lee/Grant Medium Tank

     And another beat from a different galley.


      - because with that, we are done!

*  I have all the best ideas.

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