NO! That Is NOT A Mistake
<fingers poised over Remote Nuclear Detonator> It is, in fact, me being terribly clever again, at least in my own mind. No Humphrey Bogart or Peter Lorre to see here, move along please.
You see, I have yet another photo to highlight from October 1942's edition of "The War Illustrated", which is going to have to wait, as instead Your Humble Scribe is going to use a clickbaity picture that will come up by default on Facebook. Art!
Courtesy AEA
Actually that sets me off on a tangent. The illustration is of a prospective nuclear fusion power plant of the near future, as This Sceptred Isle creates a shortlist of 5 sites where it might be built.
Well, do you know, Conrad has most of a plot-line worked out for a Doctor Who fan-fiction that deals with the UK's first fusion power plant, in Norfolk. It was tendered for and won by a shady, sketchy Swedish company called Scanderg, who had built the world's first functional fusion power planet in Sweden. That had run flawlessly for 5 years, generating two-thirds of that country's power at a fraction of the previous energy costs. So British politicians, pound signs in their eyes, didn't look at the details when signing the contracts.
The problem is, say UNIT UK's panel of experts, that said power plant is at least a century ahead of it's time. How does it function? "Proprietary industrial secrets" is Scanderg's reply. It's being officially opened in a fortnight.
Then there are all the mysterious and ghostly apparitions happening across the flat fields and fens of Norfolk. The Doctor, Rory and Amy, aloft in a balloon, are nearly hit by a squadron of B17 bombers of 1943 vintage. Is there a connection? The Doctor thinks so -
ANYWAY back to Malta. This rather small island is strategically-placed in the Mediterranean, right smack in the middle between North Africa and Italy. If you asked a native Maltese "about the siege" they would probably frown and ask "which one?" as they have undergone seven over the ages. Art!
The siege I allude to was an epic of endurance for the civilians and military on the island, as it became one of the most bombed places on the planet (although the Sinisters would probably jib at that, the pikers*). Now, the Maltese are tough beggars and if you prod them with a stick, do not be surprised if they exhibit a distinctly eagle-like response. Thus, if you were Axis aircrew and you bailed-out over the island, you'd better hope and pray that the British got to you first, as there are rumours of infuriated Maltese housewives getting there first, armed with kitchen knives ... Art!
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| They don't hand those out in packets of cereal |
That's right, the whole island was awarded the George Cross, and well they deserved it, being on the brink of famine and starvation whilst also being bombed silly. Someday I will relate to you the story of Operation Pedestal, which, if t'were made into a film, people would scoff at because it was too implausible.
Motley! Time to practice axe-juggling!
Conrad Points And Laughs
As we are all well aware, Conrad is a terrible person and here is more evidence. We are currently in the ballfoot season, which evinces an evil sneer and much gleeful rubbing of hands from Your Humble Scribe. Not because I care anything about the teams or games or television coverage; as I have said before, they could walk onto the pitch and toss a coin to decide things for all I care. No! What I like are the vitriolic Comments the BBC allows on selected news pages. Art!
I honestly have no idea
Apparently The Manchester United were given a right shoeing from Lester Settee (or something similar) and, predictably, there was a positive river of bile unloaded in the Commentary. Art!
Sorry, no idea what an "Impact Sub" or "CDM" is or are -
- yet I recognise the sardonic. £7.50. Apparently J3YB doesn't think much of either 'player' (let me know if I get too technical) and lots of people share his opinion. I recognise that name Fred, because it's memorable as a last name, and recall many other Comments that did not treat him gently.
Poe-try In A Can
(With apologies to Robert Plant). As you should surely know by now, Conrad diligently browses the beer aisle in supermarkets in search of cans or bottles he can riff upon. Thus - Art?
I've no idea what it tastes like, by the way. And, as referred to in the title, -
Ah! Lightbulb moment - I always wondered where that came from
Why the mention of Ol' Bob? O I thought you'd never ask!
Close but no cigar
There you go, Edgar Allan Poe and Lez Zeppelin in a single item, you can't say we're not eclectic.
That Empire State 3D Puzzle: The Story So Far
How long have I been banging and whanging on about this now? Weeks and weeks, certainly. Rather rashly, I neglected to count all the pieces after opening the box, which saved ages (and grated with my compulsive self). This turned out to be a bit of a mistake. Anyway, I think we can assemble a batch of Work In Progress pictures. Let me awaken Art with this red-hot poker -
That went up on 30/08/2021 
"Conrad's persistence versus reality" 
Intimations that there may be pieces missing
And finally a picture taken this morning -
There are definitely pieces missing, as I've gone through those remaining umpteen times now and they're not in the box. O well, hopefully not too many to prevent the whole thing from locking together properly. We shall see shortly!
Finally -
Conrad was reading an article about a propaganda film made by the Populous Dictatorship, which appears to be about How We Won The War (With Much Prodding By The Sinister Union) and a battle at Lake Changjin, which Conrad has never heard of. Do they mean Choisin Reservoir?
ANYWAY at the end of the article was a photo about the Chicoms celebrating their 100th anniversary, with a soldier in period uniform. Art! Stop whining and put some Sudocrem on it.
Please note the BRITISH Sten gun matey is armed with. Either captured from the Nationalists or a locally-made copy, it's hardly an advert for the Populous Dictatorship's ability to either arm itself or free itself from the eeeeevil capitalist warmongering swine, is it?
And with that, Vulnavia, we are ever so jolly well done!
* It's not a competition, chaps.
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