It Has To Be All Upper-Case
For dramatic effect. Any Swedes or Finns here present can sit this one out.
Okay, it perhaps sounds rather like the magic phrase which young Johnny Katzenellenbogen, who found the magic sword, has to shout aloud in order to transform into Kaptain Karnage, meaning he's in trouble if he ever gets laryngitis, isn't he? Art!
Here an aside. Yes, the above is He-Man, getting his lightning-bolt fix once he intones "By the power of Grayskull!", hopefully he is keeping a safe distance from any electrical equipment, because the insurance company will be skeptical, to say the least, about a claim where the cause is "Celestial energy bolts". Conrad, being the pedantic hair-splitter that he is (and I know you love me for it), wonders if it makes any difference how "Grayskull" is spelled, for the one above seems to differ from canon. Art?
Also, does it have to be said in English? Would it work if chanted in, say Serbo-Croat? Or Sinhalese? Or <shudders> Latin? What if you ran all the words together because things were desperate and split-seconds mattered, thus "BythepowerofGreyskull"? Does it have to be bellowed or can you whisper? Of course, I may be overthinking this ...
ANYWAY back to Ostro-Bothnia. This is a term Your Humble Scribe has not heard before; it came up on a comment about a drunken Finn cycling and weaving all over the road as a pair of rather laid-back Finnish police ("Poliisi") drove alongside him, then diverted him onto a cycle-track. Art!
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Note the lack of chrome and <ahem> fins |
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Still no Finns |
Okay, from what I've dug up this makes perfect sense. "Ostro-Bothnia" is a western province of Finland, where Swedish is spoken by a majority of the population (over 51%) so it makes sense to have dual-language signage on your police officers. Art!
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Ostro-Bothnia in green |
Motley, shall we play Blindfold Motorbike Chicken? - after a half-pint snifter of gin each, of course.
Be Aware Of Vapourware
We mentioned VW yesteryon, so if you're unfamiliar with this term THEN YOU ARE IN BIG TROUBLE FOR NOT READING YESTERDAY'S BLOG. The uranium mines beckon.
One vapourware product they mentioned over on Wiki was a computer game, "Duke Nukem Forever" which was due for release in 1997. Except the game company responsible for it kept pushing the release date back and back and back. Art!
Pushed back - forever |
Conrad is pretty certain he played this game at work back in the early Nineties, on a computer at work, sneakily in the back office where nobody could see him. DNF is available on Steam if you feel like knocking yourself out and having a go.
"We Have Ways"
Or, "How to make an hour pass in mere minutes for a military history nerd", when your guest is Professor John Buckley, the author of "Monty's Men", which I am re-reading AND I CHECKED THE FOOTNOTES AND WROTE DOWN ANOTHER SIX BOOKS I MUST HAVE er - yes, re-reading. I refer, of course, to the podcast "We Have Ways Of Making You Talk" as created and delivered by comedian James Holland and military historian Al Murray. They have a Patreon page where you can join for £5 per month, which gets you the chance to log on and hear live broadcasts every Thursday; their last one was with Professor Peter Caddick-Adams, which makes me a little jealous. Art!
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Peter getting ready for Ascot. Or perhaps Epsom*. |
I was going to bang on about Professor Buckley's input, except it mirrors a lot of what he wrote in "Monty's Men" and you'll be getting feedback on that - O boy will you! - so perhaps not right now.
"Gudgeon"
You know Conrad cannot resist silly word games, puns and being far too clever with language, so after having "Dudgeon" as an etymological (not a word you ever expected to see today, nicht wahr?) entry, it was inevitable that this word would crop up. Art!
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Puny Gudgeon with mighty human hand for scale |
Gobys go by |
Finally -
We don't need much here to hit the Compositional Ton, which is a good thing, as Your Humble Scribe needs to go and make some tea**; there's altogether too much loose cheese loitering in the fridge, so if I don't use it up, it may get <shudders> THROWN OUT! which offends both my sense of greed and thrift. I mean, if the cheese has mould on it, just trim off the surface and carry on. Simples!
And with that, Vulnavia, we are most surely done!
* Obscure military history in-joke that none of you will get. Why do I bother.
** In the sense of the late afternoon/early evening meal, not the drink. Just so we're clear.
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