Yes, That's Ambiguous
What did you expect? This is BOOJUM! after all, where the shortest distance between two points is a boring story.
First of all, NO! this is nothing to do with Sonny and Cher, because do you see "Babe" in that title? Art!
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Hmmmm I don't want to start Art's 2025 off with a Tazering so we'll let that one stand.
No, the song I was thinking of was by Split Enz, who seem to have taken spelling lessons from Slade. Art!
Allow me to make my point with a selection from their lyrics.
Then allow me to amend them slightly in order to kick-start this Intro.
For Lo! we are into another tale generated by that Youtube Reddit question "What's the fastest way you've seen a CEO ruin a company?" Art!
Drugs R Bad
Nope, I'm not going to apologise for going off at a tangent, deal with it, this is how we role around here. Art!
Michael seems to have been undergoing a mid-life crisis, which lead to his wife of 24 years, Kim, divorcing him, with a few grace notes present. Except 'grace' was entirely lacking and the separation got positively toxic.
'I Got You' and indeed Kim did, because she knew where all the bodies were buried, and O Boy! were there a couple of cemeteries-worth. Mike was an utter chump in alienating a lady who had all the dirt to dish. Did she dish? She sure did! Art?
She went to the FBI, and explained in detail how hubbo had blown $300,000 on drugs, prostitutes and pornography - in the space of two months.
The agent's interest was piqued. Kim, secure in the knowledge that she had their attention, then informed them that hubbo had installed a sophisticated camera system in the house and would video his guests, relatives and the Ladies Of The Night. All without their consent.
Upon his arrest in 2010, Mike pleaded guilty to 4 counts of 'Felony Eavesdropping', a 'Felony' being the far more serious charge rather than a 'Misdemeanour'. He got a four year sentence, and proved he'd learned nothing because in October 2014, being on probation, the police paid him a visit. Art!
They found a cocktail of drugs in his apartment, and he went right back to prison. He'd also been doing his video voyeur act again, and this time he got hit with sixteen counts of 'Felony Eavesdropping'.
Eight members of his domestic staff sued him for recording them without consent, and Ol' Mikey had to pony up $2.5 million in compensation.
This sordid saga didn't end there, as in 2021 he appealed against the original Felony Eavesdropping charges, claiming that prostitutes had no expectation of privacy in the - ah - 'execution of their duties' at a client's residence. This got thrown out of court, too. Art!
Way to go, CEO!
A Butter Tomorrow
No! I am not talking about an early entry of John Woo's, featuring Chow Yun Fat, which I used to have on VHS, but which does allow me to insert a click-baity photograph. Art!
It's a John Woo film; there have to be guns
No, what I want to highlight here is a disconsolate Ruffian at the supermarket, who films himself inspecting packs of butter. Every man ought to have a hobby, even if this one is a bit dull. Art!
That rather depends on what one calls 'urgent', doesn't it? Matey picked out a pack of butter to demonstrate what he was pointing out. Art!
To put this in perspective, a week ago it cost just under $2, and now it costs about $3.50. Food inflation in Modern-day Mordor is a very real thing, especially as the average weekly wage comes in at less than ₽1,000. Art!
Note that they're short-changing customers here as a pack of butter here in Perfidious Albion costs £2, and we get 225 grams of it. So, we get almost half as much again for ₽100 less. So the orcs are facing a dilemma; they can afford potatoes but no butter to go with them OR they buy butter and then can't afford potatoes.
It's almost as if there's a huge background event causing food inflation like this, if only he and I knew what it was .....
Hello!
Conrad found this picture on his Word notes page, where I keep text and pictures for later use. The thing is, age and gin have addled my wits, rather, and I can't remember why I copied it. Enough prevarication - Art!
Not a thing of beauty, is it? What you are looking at, head-on, is a Nimrod Airborne Early Warning aircraft, based on the venerable Nimrod airframe. As an AEW it's role would be to stooge around at height, picking up enemy air activity, tracking friendlies and informing the latter of the former. Art!
Conrad is not an expert on matters aerial, yet is prettttty sure they don't make AEWs like this any more, where the radomes are located at nose and tail. Nowadays they tend to mount them on a platform above the hull.
Now we are all better educated than we were five minutes ago. BOOJUM! educating people.
Czeching Out
I well remember my Pub Quiz partner, Rosie, explaining how well-organised the Czechs in Prague were when it came to the removal of snow. She and Phil had taken a short break there, possibly tempted by Czech beers, and it had snowed. Hay Pesto! out came an array of vehicles intended to give snow a good seeing-to and send it packing. Art!
Why do I mention this? Because once again in This Sceptred Isle we have had a light dusting of snow and what is the result? PANIC PANIC THE END TIMES ARE UPON US WITH EXTRA ADDED COLDNESS!
Not here in Royton. The light dusting vanished later in the morning when it began to rain, thank you so much, weather. Art!
This illo is from the BBC's News website, stating it to be in Northumberland, an ill-defined region in the distant North where only the local squire has the vote and electricity is spurned as being black magic*.
Dear Diary
Your Humble Scribe is going to have to travel into either Ur-on-the-Roch or Babylon Lite in order to get a new 2025 diary, because he is a dinosaur and if it's not written down in physical form on a piece of paper, then it doesn't exist to him. Travel will be a pain, what with the roadworks outside The Mansion <fed-up face>.
* Perhaps.
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