You Know Me!
Hopefully not too well, or you'd run screaming from the room, although you should by now know how thoroughly polite I am. British to the core, don't you know. Polite, reserved, well-spoken (when sober) and naturally reticent about imposing the blog onto you -
Except no. This title is another in the list of 'Weird And Interesting Films' that came out of The Flop House's list, which I've never seen and may - or may not - bother to see. Art!
I read a synopsis of the film, and it does seem rather odd. You have the main character, who gets bound up in labour politics whilst doing his job as a call centre operative, and then there are the Equisapiens, who are Hom. Sap. who turn into - er - horse-people. Art!
Of course there are evil corporations and plots for at least market domination if not the world, and transforming drugs and rebellious Equisapiens, plus moving up the property ladder. Art!
Just young folk horsing around.
Seemingly the Equisapiens were created to be a docile, obedient, stronger work-force; I think the scientists misplaced a few decimal points along the way because the film ends with a horde of angry ES storming the home of said evil corporation's CEO.
So, apologies for pestering you, gentle reader. Now, motley, can we transform you into a horse? I've got some fur and glue; let's have a bash!
Colour Conrad Confused
There have been peculiarly inappropriate adverts cropping up on Facebook of late, of which this is one. Art!
Hmmm although we have gone over various British lighthouses whilst I was reading that work on them, so perhaps that has been blearily detected at a distance and date. "Lightship Learning"and "Colreg Kits" - let me see if a quick dab of Google-fu illuminates us at all.
Nope, still no clearer
Aha, looking for 'Colreg' alone revealed that this is a colloquial diminution of "International Regulations for Preventing Collisions at Sea", which appear to be the rules as graven in stone about how you behave on the briny deeps in order to avoid crashing into another vessel. Art!
And this kit is to help you learn the rules, much as one might mess around with Dinky toys to learn bits of the Highway Code. After all, you don't want to sink your £60,000 yacht the first time it gets taken out for a sail.
There, I like a satisfactory conclusion to a conundrum. You can treat this item as today's watery-themed contribution.
A Small Act Of Goodwill
There are enough decent people in the world that those of us with a lack of scruples or an excess of egotism (or both) are in the minority. You just wait until the Robot Rebellion, mind, that'll test who has both moral fibre and compass. It'll come, don't you doubt it; right now there's some blinkered scientist creating an autonomous AI
ANYWAY I wanted to feature a memorial in Lanarkshire, Scotland, which is dedicated to those Scots who went and fought against the Nationalists in the Spanish Civil Unpleasantness. Art!
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| Disgracefully daubed |
As you can clearly see, dirty curs of a right-wing persuasion have scrawled upon it. Grrrr! This is akin to desecrating graves and draws Your Annoyed Artisan's jaundiced and liverish eye.
However! Along came Mister Steve Macgowan, with his young son, and together they cleaned the graffiti away. Good for them. This has a bit of resonance with Conrad, as his great-uncle Hugh, a Clydeside Communist of deepest, darkest red, went off to Spain as a volunteer*.
Still On Military Matters
If you are sitting there wondering when the fluffy lambkins and happy bunnies come out to play, then I fear you are very much in the wrong tent, quite possibly on the wrong planet, for such fripperies are no concern of BOOJUM! Remember: tanks, atom bombs and zombies, our staple fair.
ANYWAY, what I'd like to do now is post information discovered on that most excellent website "With The British Army In France And Flanders" where the creator, who goes by the name 'Magicfingers' had an article on the Italians in the First Unpleasantness.
His web address if you care to take a look. Be warned, he's spent a long time creating this blog and there's an awful lot of content. Avanti!
Welcome to the Italian Lenticolare M14 hand-grenade, which is, I think, unique in being disk-shaped. You lit the fuse, guessed how long it would burn for and then heaved-ho with all your might. Conrad, and I suspect a lot of people out there, had never encountered one before.
The Italians - I must come up with a BOOJUM!-specific nickname for them - also came up with a Cunning Chucking Contrivance, which could propel these engines of infamy further than the unaided human arm. Art!
As you can see, a Lenticolare has been loaded into the cup. The idea is that this catapult would hurl the bomb over the parapet and into the middle distance, where resided the Austro-Hungarian enemy. It would be an idea to 1) weigh the whole thing down with sandbags, to ensure it doesn't shift position every time you fire, and 2) try a test shot with an unfused grenade first. It would be embarrassing, to say the very least, if a bomb with it's fuse already burning bounced off the parapet and came back to rest at the feet of the firer.
It does look to be safer than that terrifying British invention, the West Spring Gun, which was far more deadly to it's operators than the enemy. Art!
All three dicing with death
I think we'll return to this Italian topic, because I think it's interesting, and it's my blog**.
Finally -
Conrad has bitten the bullet and finally started watching "Better Call Saul", which is a variety of comedy-thriller featuring a struggling lawyer barely able to make ends meet, with a consequent lack of scruples and money. For no good reason, he starts off the first episode as 'Jimmy McGill' and half-way into the second he's still Jimmy, so Your Humble Scribe is worried he's picked the wrong series and this one is all about probate law, because "Jimmy McGill - I'll sort out your will!" could be a thing.
We'll see. Art!
James, that's uncouth. Uncouth, I say!
I think that's us done here.
* It was not remotely glamourous, for your information.
** Your opinion is duly noted and ignored.
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