Not Literally
I mean, come on, when was the last time you saw wolves roaming the wilds of Herefordshire or Kent? The last real wolf got it's come-uppance in 1688, and the only time they've reappeared within the boundaries of This Sceptred Isle that Conrad can recall is in the pages of "The Wolves Of Willoughby Chase", by Joan Aiken. Art!
Conrad unsure about wolves. Sharks and weasels - yes, definitely our friends.
Wolves? Hmmm I'll get back to you on that one.
It's a corking novel for YA and discriminating NLYAs, too. You m
ANYWAY we encountered the wolf in the cryptic crossword I completed this morning. Art!
At the top. No, I can't be bothered to rotate the image. Crane your neck. "19 Down (4): Beast has reverse current" which I got immediately. Of course. Obviously. The fangs of the Coincidence Hydra failed to puncture my posterior thanks to my armoured underwear, because what's this? More wolves in the Codeword on the other side of that very same page. Art!
We'll come back to that Codeword, O Yes Indeed. However, for the moment all it's present for is to prove my point.
And Your Humble Scribe is still reading the fascinating train-wreck depicted by "Fire And Fury" by Michael Wolff, where an administration with no political experience or ability came to power, to it's vast surprise. I shan't go into any details because that would be Politics, only to say that Chaos Is King seemed to be the Trump administration's driving force, most especially under the auspices of a chap called Steve Bannon.
Heave Cannon. Close enough.
We will be coming back to this in a tangential way - as is typical here at BOOJUM! - later on. O Yes Indeed.
Motley! We are going to take Edna Wunderhund, the Small Domesticated Wolf, for a walk. Get a few Winnie bags ready.
A Little Musical Critique
Ah! Steady now, Brian, face your roasting like a man. No, you can't hide behind the sofa; that's reserved for people watching Quatermass. Today we are going to have a forensic look at "King's Lead Hat" which is vintage stuff from when Eno was creating songs of his own, rather than producing other folk's. Let us begin! Here's a box of tissues, Bri.
Dark alley (dark alley) black star
Hmmmm, I can accept a dark alley. But, sorry, there is no such astronomical phenomenon as a dark star.
There is a film, tho'
Why, didn't the farmer have a proper van to transport them with?
This makes is sound as if the road is wet and slippery. One can only hope that the tread on those tyres is sound, and the speed limit is being observed.
Well, if they end up as turkeys usually end up, then yes, it's a dangerous ride in the sense that death awaits at the end of it. Also -
I know, I know, except do you know how hard it is to get a picture with four turkeys present in a car?
The lacquer crackles (black tar) the engines roar
I take back what I said about this road being wet; if the tar is crackling then it must be frozen, ergo the driving conditions are dangerously icy. I would also recommend cutting back on the revs a bit, if the engine's making that much noise.
Er - what? What happened to the turkeys and their car?
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| And was it presenting port or starboard? |
Splish splash I was raking in the cash
YES BUT THE TURKEYS! Never mind your hedge-fund cash-flow, what about the turkeys in the car?
I think we shall call a discreet halt for today, especially as Bri's gone through that box of tissues already.
"Fire Throwing Clowns"
You couldn't make this up, and if you did people would accuse you of being silly. Still, it's nice to see that you can run a business in South Canada whilst still having jellied trifle in place of what other Hom. Sap. have for a brain.
Okay, you may or may not be aware that an 'audit' has been taking place in Arizona, over in South Canada, by Cyberninjas. I use apostrophes around audit because these people had absolutely no experience of running an audit. A reporter who managed to get in to view their set up in April needed to point out to them that the black and blue pens their hired staff possessed should have been banned, since the ballots they were checking had been filled in with blue and black pen. Art!
Checking for bamboo fibres, probably
One of their auditors, whom we shall merely dub "Gail", had given up a realtor business to become a full-time auditor, at which point contact with 'real' seems to have ceased. She petitioned their Senate liaison to bring out the National Guard and make sure snipers were on the venue roof to prevent the building from being stormed. Despite a distinct lack of stormers.
"O no. Gail's been at the cooking sherry again, hasn't she?"
Possibly her finest moment was when she informed the FBI that <ahem> the audit venue was under threat from an attack. By fire throwing clowns, who were present in the carnival outside, adjacent to the ballot-checking building. She thoughtfully sent a video and demanded the FBI investigate because, as she put it "there are no clowns at carnivals".
You can't fix stupid. You can, however, poke fun at it.
Just A Heads-Up
As mentioned previously, Your Humble Scribe intends to go to work at the office next week, which will be a test of whether or not my office pass has been updated or not. One suspects not. In which case, since I am on the late shift, there should be people in the building who can let me in (fingers crossed!). Also, since I won't finish until 18:00 and probably won't be home until 19:45, I may have to start the next day's blog at lunchtime. Plus, since we cannot keep food in our lockers and I don't yet have a locker, porridge and toast will need to be supplied.
The Dark Tower
Finally -
Time to post and ghost, as I intend to take a constitutional into Royton and see what food is going cheap. If early enough I may even be able to get a paper - which means more Codeword-generated RAGE POSTING. All grist for the mill, hmmm?
And with that we are done. Done!
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