Because I just know there will be those out there who will point and bray, exclaiming about how Your Humble Scribe is either showing signs of dementia or of necking the sherry first thing in the morning. Art!
"He spelled it wrong! He spelled -" at which point they will suddenly discover what it's like to be transformed into vapour at fifteen thousand degrees.
For I would like to begin this Intro with a mention of Justin Bronk, an aerospatial defence pundit who gave an exposition on Youtube about the Ruffian air forces. Art!
Young Justin looks as if he only left school a couple of weeks ago, which is unlikely as he is a Research Associate at the RUSI, and you have to be practically white-haired to get in there. Royal United Services Institute, if you must know. A military study place.
He delivered a wide-ranging analysis of current Sov- er - Ruffian air forces, on the Youtube Military Aviation History channel, the link to which is below.
Worth watching if you have a spare 30 minutes.
The consensus is that the latest Ruffian bats out of Hades aren't as good as the latest Western ones, particularly as they lack guided munitions ("smart bombs" to you) and don't have what he called 'sensor pods' underslung. Also that their most recent combat experience is dropping ordnance on militia mobs, which leaves their air-to-air skills rather wanting.
Then we come to Detlev Bronk. Conrad is not entirely sure why this chap's name has stuck in his mind, perhaps because it sounds like an anagram not a name. In fact Ol' Det had quite the notable career in science and education, helping establish biophysics as a fruitful field of study. Art!
He was involved in NASA's predecessor, which may be where I have come across his name. Maybe not. Anyways, he is a distant ancestor of Jacob Bronck, a Swedish immigrant to South Canada when it was still just all Canada, who bought up tracts of land on Manhattan Island, the area of which was known as "Bronck's Farm". This is where "The Bronx" originates from.
However, just to muddy the waters a bit, Justin's surname has a different non-Swedish root, having derived from the old Anglo-Saxon 'Branche', meaning (you may be ahead of me here) 'Branch'. This was adopted by the faithful minions of William, the Norman conqueror, where it became 'Bronk' - probably because the haughty Normies were trying to add their own accent. Art!
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| Some of them appear to be wielding - branches. |
And there we have today's title. Motley! Er - what's that you've got there?
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| Close enough |
Murder, Intrigue And Conspiracy!
Yes, the thrilling conclusion to the murder trial and today we discover the identity of the real killer! First, I'm afraid we have to allow some doggerel nonsense because the Judge permitted it (I think he's been at the gin over lunchtime, frankly).
"Who'll sing the psalm?
I, said the thrush,
As she sat on a bush,
I'll sing the psalm."
Thank you for your contribution, now, can the bailiff and ushers get that shedding shrub out of the courtroom? O and we have one last contributor <heaves dramatic sigh>. Go on.
"Who'll toll the bell?
I, said the bull,
Because I can pull,
I'll toll the bell."
How very apt! Send not to ask for whom the bell tolls, because it tolls for thee - WEASEL!
Yes, Your Honour. Weasel conspired with the Wren and his hen, both of whom were in debt to Cock Robin. Thanks to fingerprint and DNA analysis, I can prove that Cock Robin was actually STABBED with the arrow, by Weasel, who had stolen it from Sparrow's quiver. Wren and his hen merely waited until Sparrow did a little target shooting and then dumped the body nearby, making Sparrow look like the guilty party. You will note that Weasel has been in the public gallery every day, consuming buckets of popcorn*.
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| The Narrator rests, M'Lud. |
From The Base To The Sublime
Yes, there are still some photographs we have yet to reproduce from the BBC's "Under The Stars" collection. Art!
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| Courtesy Craig Lefebvre |
Craig identifies the location for this exposure shot as Red Rock Crossing Park in South Canada, of course - where else could it be with a name like that? In Arizona, to be more precise. The exposure that created the star trails was for 30 seconds at a time, spread over 60 minutes. The wooden structures are what passes for historical in South Canada, being as much as 50 or even 51 years old.
<short pause as stuff gets put into the oven>
A Little Detective Work
Conrad still hasn't given up on the story and background of the historical plasterer expert working for English Heritage - at least the consensus was that he worked in plaster, which we have to take as a starting point; there can only be so many crafts that English Heritage require. More of a long term dig-dig-digging project, one feels. It may even require letters to be sent
ANYWAY Your Humble Scribe came across a story on a Youtube Reddit channel about various low-jinks going on at a pricey South Canadian school. I believe we took a picture. Art?
Ah. We have the school not the Reddit post. I shall have to track it down and get back to you. Trust me, it's an interesting topic and one has to wonder what everyone involved was thinking at the time.
Finally -
As you should surely know by now, Conrad is now able to generate blog content by examining the bus posters on the 409s as they whiz past my windows, which has meant the odd undignified scramble to peer at a poster before it vanishes around the bend. This behaviour is balked by the unco-operative buses that do not have a poster present, which is really letting the side down.
On the other hand we have content that makes no sense. There is one poster I've caught a couple of times, general colour scheme orange, which asks "On the go?" to which my answer is a resounding "NO!" because I'm sat in a large, static chair. What are they pimping, one wonders?
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| Googling produced this. Is that young Justin Bronk? |
* Beef-flavoured popcorn. Gotta cater to your carnivore customer.
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