Or, to be rather more specific, Polish cooking. I have the recipe for Bigos written out, and the ingredients are sitting in the fridge, whilst today it was the turn of what Polish students like, because it's cheap and filling - Zapiekanka. Art?
I hanker - for Zapiekanka |
Your Modest Artisan has to say this was pretty tasty, and yes, filling as well. Of course Conrad finished it all off, because he hates any plate that isn't empty.
Here an aside. Of course, Conrad being Conrad, he simply couldn't resist messing about with that name "Zapiekanka" and - Hey Pesto! - he was struck how it rhymed with that Canuckistanian warbler Paul Anka. "Is he still alive?" I asked myself, to a shrug from me. "Wiki is your friend," I explained to myself, thanking me for my advice. Art!
Your typically clean-cut Canuckistanian |
You remember now? |
ART! I do the puns round here! |
From Pole To Pole
Actually Paul's parents were Lebanese Christians, who emigrated to Canuckistan back when The Lebanon was still part of Syria.
Which has nothing to do with General Wladyslaw Sikorski. Art?
Boy, he does not look a laff-riot, does he? |
The wreck |
Any lack of evidence that this was an engineered event is, of course, taken as cast-iron proof that it was an engineered event by the loonwaffles. Guess what? The Wiki article dealing with this hasn't been updated since 2012; so nothing has turned up after 8 years in the way of proof.
Conrad also recalls that Polish war novel "Valedictory" has a section in it where Perfidious Albion is roundly condemned as the guilty party and no mistake.
"Silence - in Polish!" |
Alas no - but that is another music from a different kitchen.
Oh, that Skeleton answer was "Bunions". Not knowing the word length makes it all the more challenging, as "Cow's sound" could have been "MOO" or "LOWING" or "MOOING"*.
A Real Blast From The Past
Last night Your Humble Scribe re-watched that obscure Sixties sci-fi show "Starry Trek" episode "Arena", which - oops, no sorry - "Star Trek", apologies, it's been a while and nobody would know to correct me otherwise - which we riffed on a short while ago.
ARRR, JIM LAD! THERE BE SPOILERS AHEAD!
True to type, the sole red shirted member of the Enterprise's party that beams down gets vapourised first of all, and there's an interesting if ghoulish detail about his demise that I wish to show you. Art?
Thus passes Lieutenant Herlihy, who, despite being a member of the Enterprise's "Tactical Team", hasn't the sense to stay under cover, or even crouch. And, whatever the Gorn hit him with, it hurts! - look at that grimace before his molecules migrate at a million miles per minute. It makes sense to get rid of Herlihy, as he's carrying a proper phaser, not one of those woefully inaccurate key-fob ones.
There! We may come back to this, Conrad quite enjoyed re-watching it.
I say, Jim kept his shirt on! |
Finally -
O dearie me. As one door closes, another opens. Or, if you want a less pleasant metaphor, you salvage one pile of rotting protoplasm from the septic sump of your mind, only to find that another, equally vile jetsam, takes it's place.
Conrad's mind: a metaphor |
Terminated by Teranodons with Toxic Teeth! |
In the second, a British military expedition had ventured into the Arctic to set up a weather station and send meteorological data back to Perfidious Albion. I distinctly recall a radio message they received, saying that their data was literally priceless and to keep on sending it.
Their problem was hostile natives they dubbed "Tuskimoes", being a brand of Eskimo with - you're probably way ahead of me here - tusks. I think there was poison involved as well, in addition to hidden crevasses and giant snowballs.
They may well have been in this particular publication |
* It was MOO. Don't want to keep you in suspense.
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