A Diddly Kwa-Kwa

This Is Going To Take Quite A Bit Of Explaining
Okay, when a man and a woman like each other very much, the result is usually a joint library ticket -
     As you already know, here at BOOJUM! we are not going to cover the decks with naked people doing the Happy Horizontal Dance, principally because this would be <ahem> direction in a single direction, as it were, and also because we are so very, very SFW.  
     Which, typically, has absolutely nothing to do with what we are on about today.  Except possibly that bit about dancing.  Art?

Not Conrad's cup of loose-leaf Darjeeling at  all

     Instead, we shall head off in the direction of British Post-Punk a la 1984, when The Comsat Angels were still riding high as deliverers of quality musical entertainment whilst also being as depressing as it is possible to be - Eels twenty years ahead of their times - and also again being favourites on the John Peel show.

The Comsats in Iceland.  I kid you not.

     Here an aside.  Sir John Peel - STAND TO ATTENTION YOU MISERABLE CUR! - was a British disk jockey whose region d'espace was from 22:00 onwards in the evening, meaning that he was under 0% pressure to play anything commercial.  He would have a session or even two, recorded at the BBC, from some hot young relevant group - okay okay okay Racing Cars were neither hot nor young* - which would go out over the airwaves.  This is where Adam And The Ants came in, as they were another punk band with a reasonable following.  Art?

Matey's from the Eighties

     And then I think they changed producers, because suddenly they were all radio-friendly, and guitar-heavy.  And one of their choruses went "A diddly kwa-kwa" I kid you not, which is kind of where today's title comes from.
     
     BUT SUDDENLY RICK DEAN!  
     I know this is an abrupt transition, but please try to keep up, it's good mental exercise.  Rick is a character I created a good while back, what you might call an Action Geologist.  He has a terrifying adventure in Ukraine, where a forgotten uranium mine turns out to be infested with zombies and th -
     Yes, anyway, that's wildly off-topic.  The thing I wanted to emphasise here is GEOLOGIST.  Someone who makes a living out of GEOLOGY.

"Lights - camera - ACTION GEOLOGISTS!"

     Because there is a term in geology, meaning "expanding outwards in all directions equally from a central source", and that word is QUAQUAVERSAL.
     I know, I know.  Your Humble Scribe came across it by sheer chance as I was perusing my Collins Concise Dictionary (a true friend) and it both struck a chord and stayed in my mind.  So here we are.     Of course, as I've never heard it pronounced, it may not be said as I've fondly imagined.  What the heck.  A man can dream.
"Sand And Steel" By Peter Caddick-Adams
I did pick out quite a few things from this epic tome that were worth commenting on, although I might spread them out over a few posts rather than info-dump the lot on you.     One thing that struck me over the chapter I'm currently reading is the sheer number of support units the Allies possessed, the results of fighting a high-technology war where you need a lot of "tail" to supply the "teeth".  This is something that Winston Churchill never understood, as his grasp of logistics was as shaky as Rommel's.
     Let us see if that miscreant Art can supply some photographs.  Art!

Representative of 22nd Field Dressing Station

     As Robert Citino points out, medical care was one thing the Wehrmacht was execrable at.  Then we have -

Representative of Number 6 Beach Group

     These were large formations specifically intended to run the invasion beaches.  Then we have -

Standing in for 261 Company Pioneer Corps

     Pioneers were a kind of less-skilled Engineer, who were permanently part of a division and whom would get all the labouring jobs going, unglamourous yet necessary if you want an airfield created out of a meadow, or buildings demolished for materials, or just stuff that needs to be carted around.  Then we have -

Standing in for 536 General Transport Company

     You're Out Of Luck If You Don't Have A Truck.  Yes, a Panther tank looks very impressive on the battlefield, but how does the fuel, ammunition and spare drive train get to it?  Not on magic winged horses, Vulnavia - on wagons drawn by normal horses in most instances, as the Wehrmacht was always critically short of lorries.  And the ones they did have kept getting wrecked, thanks to having to drive at night with no lights.     I think that above illustrates where the Allies scored immeasurably higher than the Teutons, even if wielding a pickaxe has less cachet than a Bren gun.
Top 50 Sci-Fi Television Series Ever: #17
"Wynona Earp" is enjoyable, yes; however, under no circumstances can it be considered science fiction, and that's that, so the criteria "Rolling Stone" used to create this list can be considered rather dodgy.
     Especially when we come to this one: "The Handmaid's Tale".  Art?

     Conrad suffered the misfortune of catching some of this dirge for the eyes on a couple of occasions.  I have to say that NOTHING HAPPENS, and it doesn't happen VERY SLOWLY, and it was all VERY DARK as if that makes it more dramatic.  Nope, it just gives viewers eyestrain.  Not interested in how wonderful it is, back to Wynona for me.

Finally -I felt very virtuous yesteryon because I not only walked into Royton, I also walked Edna.  Given the weather today I am not looking forward to taking her for a constitutional trot.  At least I don't have to walk into Royton; it's been so rainy today I could have travelled there downhill in a kayak.

     And on that soggy, boggy note we shall finish!



*  But they did shoot horses, didn't they?