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| Stats are boring. Have a Titan II missile launch instead! |
So, it was with both surprise and trepidation that I saw how high the traffic had been overnight, when checking the blog this morning. What could have inspired such attendance? Comparing the Tonga volcanic explosion to a nuclear explosion seems a bit niche to me. Art!
I dunno, perhaps that one follower visited 179 times? Or people really like stories about Danish lighthouses being moved. I know, let's return to Dangerous Lighthouses - Art!
This is the Tillamook Rock lighthouse, which does sit on a very small island (booh! for shame!) BUT you can also see that it's also very dangerous and self-evidently wave-washed, and then some. In fact it was abandoned in 1957 as being too dangerous, having acquired the nickname "Terrible Tillie" along the way. "Too dangerous?" I hear you enquire. Why, yes, when giant chunks of rock are hurled into the lamp room itself by wave action, then that's too dangerous. Art!
There it is on a good day. There aren't many of those.
These are shots of the First Army in action in Tunisia, commanded by General Anderson, hence the title. <adopts best Pontificating Voice>. The tanks are the old South Canadian M3, variously known to the armies of Perfidious Albion as "Stuarts" or "Honeys", and were about a year into obsolescence. Interestingly enough they have South Canadian markings yet are operating with British troops. You can tell this is Tunisia thanks to the presence of plants, which you simply didn't get in the desert wastes of Libya or Egypt.
Back to the Eighth Army, advancing through Libya. More despondent Axis PoWs, languishing under the desert sun, next to a photograph of what was unflatteringly nicknamed 'Marble Arch'. This was one of the boastful structures put up by the Fascists in emulation of their Roman forefathers and there must be stairs inside because those dots on the top are a couple of soldiers. Bottom left shows a 6 pounder anti-tank gun and crew having a hot time, probably encountering one of the Axis delay parties who tried to slow down the British advance. To the right of that are signallers also having a hot time thanks to enemy shellfire. These look like the real thing, not a couple of those staged pictures that 'Chet's Circus' created.<adopts normal human speaking voice> and that's quite enough of that.
Briefly,
the lecturer considered lying, then decided not.
‘I don’t know. Something illegal and underhand. He claimed to be able to get a crack at
the - at the murderer.’
Jen sat up straight, visibly
changing. A crackling aura appeared
around her, fizzing and sparkling like low-profile fireworks. Her hair slowly spread outwards, quivering
like brushed wires.
‘Yesssssss!’ she hissed. ‘That would be appropriate!’
Abruptly, breaching his
complacency, Louis was reminded that he sat next to a spirit, not the teenaged
girl he used to know.
‘Behave. What do you think would happen to your
uncle’s spirit if he goes around murdering people?’
Jen vanished, fractionally after
the photo of Jackie whirled round to face the window. Louis shook his head in disbelief; even
supernatural entities composed of energy still suffered temper tantrums. The human personality persisted after death,
for better or worse.
“Sorry Luma” read the message
written in toothpaste on the bathroom cabinet’s mirror.
‘I forgive you,’ he said aloud,
wiping the toothpaste off with a wad of toilet tissue. ‘But next time, use paper and a pen, hm? Easier to clean up.’
Thankfully his sleep that night
was unremarkable and unbroken. He woke
before the alarm went off, and danced into and out of the shower, convinced
that autumn had arrived thanks to the biting chill in the house.
Being early-ish, he watched the
television news, with the local supplement coming in before the eight o’clock
national version. Paying more attention
to his toast and marmalade, he didn’t hear the beginning of the platitudes
spouted by a television reporter standing outside the Magistrate’s Court.
‘On behalf of the officers
involved in this investigation, I have to say that I’m pleased at the verdict,
both the sentence and the speed with which it was reached,’ said a police
officer in plain clothes.
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| All Armenians. (Yes, really) |
I would job at calling "Yesterday" any kind of rock song, matey. Ballad, yes; rock, no. Just so we're clear. Also, in at Number 9 were Pink Floyd and "Another Brick In The Wall" which is clearly an aberration as they were always an album band**. Just so we're clear.
The only down side is that it's 644 pages long, because Ol' Al likes to compose at length.
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