With A Little Musical Critique
Why not? It's not as if we have to bury this in the body of today's items. I mean, one of the rules we observe here at BOOJUM! is how little attention we pay to rules (spelling and grammar aside ON THESE I WILL NOT BUDGE) so what if we've always had the MC later. Break the mould!
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| Not that Mold! |
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| NOR THAT ONE ART! (O there's going to be Tazers later) |
Of late, for no other reason than that Steve and Oscar move in mysterious ways, Conrad has had "Born In The UK" buzzing around in the back of his mind to the exclusion of other songs. You know, the one from ages ago by Badly Drawn Boy. Well, the knife cuts two ways, Damon me lad*. Art!
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| Conrad unsure about hat |
Let the mature and reasoned analysis commence!
Or at least demanding
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| This or Mars? MARS EVERY TIME! |
I never never ever believed
In things uncertain
Every heuresticianon the planet hates you Hanging round the corner Just when do you start doing time
Damon! Are you referring to prison? In the case of I, my, me and mine October Nineteen sixty nine
O it was a metaphor. He means he arrived on the planet on that day. Art!
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| As a yoof |
In school as a potty teenager, IF you must know The long hot summer
Six glorious weeks of uninterrupted sunshine
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| This. A lot. |
You wanna be a rebel Then turn your hosepipes on
There was a ban, you see. Extra sun means less water. Much less water.
With two years to wait For the sound of Jilted John
Aha, an allusion to 1978 and the eponymous classic. Art!
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| Hilarious, tragic and epic all at once |
Virginia Wade was winning our hearts She made us want to live
She played 'tennis' and won at Wimblenod, for your information. Art!
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| Okay if you like that sort of thing. I don't. |
The Sex Pistols, for those who have no idea. Which is probably lots of you.
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| Lovable young scamps! |
But much more than this to you and me This was the Silver Jubilee
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| STAND UP FOR H.M. THE QUEEN! |
Slightly startling to think we're now at the Platinum Jubilee.
Blimey, nowhere near the end of this ballad, and we're nearly halfway through the Forest Of Composition. I think I shall have to call an end early or most of today's blog will be BITU lyrics, and we do need a leavening of other matters to remain mentally nutritious. If there is such a thing.
I think I'll finish by punting explosive darts at the motley. Don't worry, motleys are invented, not born, regardless of what native soil they stand (or lurch) upon.
This'll Slay You
Possibly for real. Big props to Steve and Oscar for stirring up the fetid depths of my mind and bringing this to the surface: "Gin Trap"
Nothing to do with spiritous liquors, thank you very much <necks a snifter regardless>. No, Conrad remembers this being mentioned many decades ago in a comic annual in a story that wasn't remotely comic, being about a poacher who goes to set a gin trap in order capture a raptor. Art!
Here we see the engine of assassination before the jaws are prised open; any hapless creature that stands on the plate will instantly find itself ferociously stricken by the metal 'teeth' and restrained in place, until comes along the farmer or poacher with their gun. Art!
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| Primed |
Fortunately for most wildlife, these things are verrrry illegal nowadays, mostly because you can go down to Tesco to get a bit of game meat and not resort to traps.
To be frank it's not a great picture. Let's dig up one all by ourselves. Art!
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| Much better |
Calling it a 'bridge' seems to be cheating rather. The idea was to have a low-impact visual solution to crossing the fort's moat, and they delivered just that. 'Moses' because it looks as if the waters have parted for the tourists. And before you ask, yes, they can adjust the water level to prevent flooding. Drowned tourists not good for business.
‘Eh?’ he said, realising that Fulgoni had spoken to
him. ‘More delays, Fulgoni, more
delays!’
One
of the Frenchmen, Valette, left the radio tent looking more miserable than when
he went in.
‘No
use,’ he announced to nobody in particular.
‘We cannot hear French radio.’
Templeman
glared at him. Fulgoni was more
practical.
‘Is
the radio set still functioning!’ he asked sharply. When the Frenchman nodded he let out a sigh
of relief. After all, in a crisis it was
their lifeline – literally. They’d had
to use it to summon aid for Benvenuti, stricken with appendicitis. Count Ricardo, “gallant knight-explorer of
the air” had flown down specially from Benghazi to pick up the incapacitated
archaeologist.
Roger
unfolded half a dozen canvas chairs and set them around the breakfast
table. He liked the morning ritual of
breakfast, even if the meal was a travesty of what he considered right and
proper. Back home breakfast meant
kippers or bacon, toasted crumpets or porridge made with cream and honey – out
here they had coffee, tinned milk, stale bread and tinned ham. Their weekly supply truck would be in
tomorrow – oh happy day! – with fresh fruit, eggs, bread and vegetables.
‘You
should try again tonight,’ said Fulgoni to Valette. ‘Atmospherics will be better. Or at least different.’
Also Back In North Africa
More pictures from "The War Illustrated" as the Eighth Army heads north and the Axis bridgehead in Tunisia shrinks relentlessly as the First Army also advances. Art!
Notice how TWI politely allows the South Canadians prime place at the top of the picture, as we see a couple of White Scout Cars patrolling along a road. These chaps would be the eyes and ears of the advancing First Army, seeing what's going on and where and with whom. And whom have they just bumped into?
The second picture shows light armour of the South Canadian 2nd Corps (their M3 Stuart tank) coming across a British patrol from the Eighth Army, which was bad news for the Axis because it meant they were now completely surrounded on land and at sea.
Finally -
We haven't really finished the blog yet, because my laptop restarted and got rid of the saved document with "The Sea Of Sand" upon it, so I shall need to resurrect it once I return to The Mansion. O my trials and tribulations. O! O! Also, we have a few new insults for Tsar Poutine. Try this one on for size: "Gazprom Gigolo". Conrad quite likes this one. There is also the "Nordstream Nong", remember that, Dimya? $10 billion up the spout with nothing to show for it. Yeah, yeah, I bet that makes you week into your borscht. Art!
* His Sunday best name
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