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Sunday, 21 June 2026

Going Back 13 Years!

Yes Indeed

Your Humble Scribe began this collection of scrivel 13 years ago in June 2013,which means I've not been able to include anything from that list until this month of June 2026.  Waaaay back then it was a couple of hundred words, perhaps with a picture.  Today we blather on for at least 1,300 words and include pictures from teh Interwebz, photos I've taken, and illustrations generated by AI.  Art!

HAL's evil stepchild

     Let the links begin.

2025

BOOJUM!: Citric Sixteen

2024

BOOJUM!: How Evocative Is That Phrase "The Invaders!"

2023

BOOJUM!: Donnie Dark

2022

BOOJUM!: Define "Dangerous"

2021

BOOJUM!: Unable To Sit Down - AGAIN!

2020

BOOJUM!: The Roiling Stones

2019

BOOJUM!: The Trials Of Technology

2018

BOOJUM!: Killer Keels

2017

BOOJUM!: By The Slide Rule Of Avogadro!

2016

BOOJUM!: Euronly Making It Worse ...

2015

BOOJUM!: Esoteric Smart Bomb

2014

BOOJUM!: Determinism. Free Will.Libertarianism. What?!

2013

BOOJUM!: In Anticipation a.k.a. Friday Night Promises








Collateral Damage

Ah Yes, One Of Those South Canadian Euphemisms

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     Sorry, I spilled tea and put my digital camera on the keyboard whilst I mopped up.  Don't worry, it only counts as a single word.

Picking up my trusty 'Collins Concise English Dictionary' - for I am fluent only in English and sarcasm - this term is defined as 'Unintentional damage to civil property and infrastructure and civilian casualties, caused as a by-product of military operations.'  Art!

He inflicts damage

     It's in my DVD Hill of films to watch.  Nice to see Cruise playing against type as a ruthless, amoral killer, and also a tad worrying that he pulls it off so well.
     ANYWAY I want to begin this Intro with exampled of collateral damage that you may not be aware of, for we at BOOJUM! like to take the path less travelled.  Art!

     In 1917 the Teutons moved from the highly vulnerable Zeppelins to the Gotha long-range bomber, which was far faster, more manoeuvrable and less prone to weather conditions.  Thanks to a shortage of anti-aircraft guns and aircraft - most of them being in France and Flanders - the government rushed in spare naval artillery to defend London from air attack.  The problem with this solution was that these guns fired shells without a timed clockwork fuse to detonate at a set height.  Art!


     This meant that any shell missing it's target - such as the 2,000 shells fired on June 17th 1917 - carried on in a parabola until it hit the ground and detonated, killing 10 civilians on that same date.  Shells that did detonate mid-air created spall that then fell to ground, causing further damage and injuries.  In total, 668 civilians were killed by falling shells or spall, frankly unsporting, one feels.  Eventually dedicated anti-aircraft guns were diverted from France, and squadrons of interceptor 'scout' aircraft were brought back to carry out interceptions.  The whole defence system was revised with observers, radio and telephone linkage for greater efficiency.  Art!


     The port of Ferrol, north-east Spain, which has been a major naval base for centuries.  Please note the close proximity of domestic housing to the harbour itself.
     Why am I mentioning this?  O I thought you'd never ask!  It was the setting for a rather unique and awful naval combat at the beginning of the Spanish Civil Unpleasantness in 1936.  Art!


     Say 'Buenos Dias!' to the Spanish battleship 'España', which had been re-named from it's original 'Alphonso XIII' when they became a republic and cast off the trappings of monarchy.  It was berthed in Ferrol when war broke out.  Note that it carried 8 x 12' guns and 20 x 4' guns, so packing a lot of firepower.  Also present was the cruiser 'Almirante Cervera'.  Art!


     Here is where things get complicated.  The port garrison, including crews of shore artillery batteries, were pro-Nationalist, whilst the crews of the two ships above were avowed Republicans.  There was also a destroyer in harbour, the 'Velasco', which was crewed by Nationalists.  Cue a battle in the port of Ferrol between three warships and shore batteries, which the Velasco lost, badly.  Anthony Beevor states:
" The destruction caused by a major naval battle in such a restricted area was enormous."
     However correct he might be, can I find any photographs of said damage?  No I cannot!  

     Conrad is going to skip the Second Unpleasantness altogether, it's been done to death already and I have more modern topics to introduce.  Art!


     Cast your mind's eye back to 2023, when the Ukrainians made a series of small attacks via drone on Barad-Duh (Moscow if we're being formal).  The drones themselves did very little damage; what caused most destruction was flaming intercepted drone debris falling from the skies onto domestic property - an excuse the orcs now trot out every single day - and air-defence missiles failing to intercept drones but successfully hitting skyscrapers and government buildings - see above as confirmation.  

     Let me quote from a CNBC article about this attack.

     Don't laugh, this was three years ago.  

     More recently, the Kozaky launched their biggest strike on Barad-Duh in over two years, saturating the orc SAM defences and causing them to expend million-dollar missiles on $50,000 drones.  That was on Thursday 18th June, and they returned on Friday to resume pleasantries, to a profound silence from Putinpot and Ruffian media.  Art!


     This flight of the 100-ton bumble bee is the image of 2026, and has already spawned a thousand memes across teh Interwebz, going so viral it's more a pandemic.  That's not the whole story - Art!

The second before launch

     Ruffian SAM is launched.  Firing missiles in the built-up heart of a major metropolis - what can possibly go wrong!  Art?


     We are about to find out.  Art!


     Conrad is anything but an expert in SAM systems and interceptions but that missile looks to be flying rather low.  Art!


     VERY low.  Art!


     Ooo-err Matron!  That looks to be an oil storage depot, not an Ukrainian drone; you can just see the tops of oil tanks in the background.  Art!


     Ooops.  Someone is either going to be falling out of a window or volunteering for the next meat-wave assault on on the contact line.

     It's not just the Pantsir systems that are throwing errors.  Art!


     An orc shortly due to fall out of a window or 
volunteer for the next meat-wave assault on on the contact line.  The sequence here shows him acquiring the drone as a target, firing the missile, the missile being 'popped' out of the launch tube - and then swerving 90º to go intercept a civilian building.  Way to go Ivan.


     Hmm that took up a lot more than I anticipated.  Bring on a few short items!


More Not-So-Gentle Shoeing

Yes, we are targeting Mopey Dick The Orange Land Whale, since he's very definitely low-hanging fruit when it comes to poking malicious fun.  Art!


     Thanks to Tweeter 'Spencer Hakimian' for posting this with the rubric 'Least woke President ever' and he's got a point.  In the near future they're going to have to appoint an official White House Is He Alive Or Dead minion, armed with a bamboo skewer, just in case.


What It Says On The Label?

South Canadian adverts are a law unto themselves.  They regularly air drug advertisements about various snake oil remedies, or online gambling, which seems to Conrad to be a method of losing lots of money very, very quickly.  And why did the algorithm come up with this one?  Art!


     It's great if you want and need a tree that grows fast, but why tell me?  Of late we've had to cut down an enormous branch from our backyard tree, not plant more of them.  On the other hand, not a bad name for a band.


Old Dog Learning New Tricks

I have been working on the Ukrainian Meatballs, Tomato Sauce and Home-Made Pasta recipe for a couple of days now, principally by making the meatballs, which have been 'resting' in the fridge for three days now.  The pasta?  O I thought you'd never ask!  Art?


     You have to roll the dough out as thinly as possible, then roll it up - not too tightly or the centre of the spiral won't cook - and chuck into boiling water for 5 minutes.


Talking Of Food -

I was having strawberries on sugar-free digestive biscuits with cream cheese yesteryon, the biscuits being about 5 years out of date.

     Well, I have given up after eating six of them, as they had an unpleasant acidic aftertaste and smelled like a chemical cocktail in a test-tube.  Sweet chili rice crackers for the win!  Can't hang around with the strawberries, either, as they were bought remaindered on Friday and will go off pretty darn quick in these summer temperatures.


Finally -

Going out with a Biercism.

"Un-American, adj: Wicked, intolerable, heathenish."





Saturday, 20 June 2026

Global Warning

 I Intended To Use This Intro To Welcome You To - Pre-Hyperart Thomassons?

However - O how soon that word appears! - before I get there we need to go off at an explanatory tangent.  You see, I'd annotated a Youtube blog posted by 'Tales From The Bottle' with the most ironic thumbnail ever.  Art!


     It's one of the most pointed things ever, which people were careful to explain in the Comments.  The poster mentioned that these architectural follies tend to fall into two date ranges: 1740 or 1840, the latter of which I recognised as the era of the Potato Famine.  The first one?  Never heard of it before, so I did a bit of digging and O my is there ever a traumatic tale attached.  Art!


     Yes, it looks very picturesque, and it was in Ireland for all of one day.  Having all the major and minor waterways freeze blocked marine traffic and killed off fish.  The temperature fell to -20 ºC, killing livestock and ruining any crops not kept in insulated storage, as well as people in draughty homes.  In summer there was a drought, which killed off planted crops and even more people.  As many as 400,000 of  2.5 million population died.  This, people, is a foretaste of what severe climate change can cause.  You have been cautioned.

     The authorities response was spotty and partially effective at best.  Since the labouring class were most affected, one response from the wealthy or concerned was to pay them for labour as they constructed aforementioned architectural follies.  Art!

Conolly's Folly

     Built at Celbridge, County Kildare, in1741 by the verrrrry wealthy Conolly family, whom wanted, not needed, a rear entrance to their estate at Castletown House.  It was erected at a cost of £400, which doesn't sound like much but would be at least £100,000 today.  It still stands, fenced off to prevent anyone from chipping off a souvenir pineapple - there are two graven into the outer arches - or attempting to climb the obelisk, which tops out at 140 feet.  Art!


     Dublin got off relatively lightly compared to central and western Ireland, but was still raddled with famine, hence the above structure, erected 1742 by landowner John Malpas.  Art!


To quote: "Last year being hard with the poor, the walls about these hills and this erected by John Mapas Esq  June 1742".  Yes, they got his name wrong on the inscription.  The Witch's Hat is still there, having been renovated not so long ago, but the viewing platform and steps to it have long been removed for safety reasons.  Art!

At Mullingar, Westmeath

     Why is it called 'The Jealous Wall' and why does it look like a ruined monastery?  Well, because not all architectural follies were built out of noble aspirations and charity, some had a much baser origin.  Like this.  TFTB claims this is Ireland's biggest folly, erected in 1760, so nothing to do with famine relief.  The builder, Robert Rochfort, owned the splendidly-appointed Belvedere House, a remarkably swish abode in it's own right.

     Here enter Robert's brother, George.  The two, it is safe to say, did not get on well with each other.  George, in a deliberate snub to his brother, had Tudenham Park House constructed to go one-up on bro.  Art!


     Robert - terrific name, by the way - wasn't having any of this, since he could see Tudenham Park House from Belvedere House.

     So he had the Jealous Wall built, designed to resemble a derelict monastery, in order to block his brother's house from view.  Art!


     The killing joke here is that Belvedere House is still in occupation and a model estate, whereas Tudenham Park House is a decayed ruin.  Art!


     Also decayed and ruinous is 'The Bottle Tower' in Churchtown, Dublin, which is another work-for-wages project erected in 1742 by one Major Hall, to provide means for the mean that they not starve.  The design is based on another folly on the Conolly's Castletown estate, 'The Wonderful Barn', this one being a scaled-down replica.  Quite what it is replicating is unclear; suggestions have included a dovecote or an Indian rice-store, or, as the down-to-earth Dubliners would have it, a bottle.  As is clearly visible, it's in very poor condition and hasn't been in occupation for over 150 years.  A bit of a fixer-upper, one feels.

     TFTB also mentions another famine folly, roads that go nowhere, or nowhere important.  You couldn't build roads that would compete with existing ones, after all - that was practically Godless COMMUNISM! and not to be tolerated.  So, I dug up a map of these make-work roads.  Art!


     Which possibly explains why Castlebar and Swinford aren't connected directly.

     Conrad, whom is cynical and flinty-hearted, asserts that the creators of these schemes would have carried out the monstrosities of Swift's "A Modest Proposal*" if they believed they could have gotten away with it.  Which is a whole other Intro for another day.

     Wowsers, that was passing grim.  Time to enlighten things.


For The Haul

Conrad recently ordered Volume 8 of 'The Official History of Australia in the War of 1914 - 1918', that being about the Australian Flying Corps in France and elsewhere.  Not a first edition, but about £20 cheaper than same, and being sent from the land of Ocker itself.  Your Humble Scribe confidently expected it to take a couple of months to arrive.  Not so.  Art!



     Ignore the timestamp, it arrive on Friday, much to my surprise, and I've put off opening it until today and may put up an illo when I do.  I bet you can hardly wait.


Conrad Performs A Public Service

As you should surely know by now, Your Humble Scribe is frequently annoyed by clickbait items on his news feed that boldly proclaim ' - better than 'Saving Private Ryan' which is seen as the touchstone for high-quality, and yet THEY AVOID NAMING THE FILM.  So you have to click on their thumbnail to find out what it is.  Art!


     That's like comparing oranges to a 1200 cc nitromethane V-12, completely different things.

     To answer your query, and keeping up with the Irish theme, it's "The Siege Of Jadotville", where an Irish UN garrison force held off a mercenary force in the Congo, outnumbered many times over.  It was the beginning of Eire's support for global UN security operations, making them a verrrry experienced army indeed.  There's another one to be done about them being the filling in the Lebanon sandwich between Israel and the Lebanese militias.

     You're welcome.


What Happens On A Slow News Day?

Bored sub-editors get to ask stupid questions, answer stupid questions, and put the results up on their media pages as filler until anything newsworthy arrives.  Case in point - Art!


     This is not a question I have ever, ever asked myself and is so far from being relevant or important that I'm going to ignore it from now on.  The silly season doubtless continues.


Further Of 'Dictatoritis' And Information Bubbles

You cannot have escaped seeing the awesome images on social media, and perhaps even the mainstream by now, displaying Barad Duh, Mordorvia's capital, under drone attack.  Art!

Mount Doom has entered the chat

     Remember when Putinpot was not told about the 'Moskva' being sunk for a week?  And how the maps presented to him all have the front line many miles westward of where it actually is?  Art!

     He may not be ignoring it, he may simply not be aware of what's happened yet.  Conrad is wondering at this point if Putinpot is running the FSB or whether they are running him - not allowing him to travel, make announcements, go out in public, etcetera, for 'reasons of security', which he's paranoid enough to believe.

     It's also passing rare to be able to talk about the real, actual, not metaphorical elephants in the room

Finally -


     'Best before 2021' merely means that they've matured and are even tastier for me to consume slathered with cream cheese and remaindered strawberries!




* Essentially, fatten-up and sell their children as food to the rich.  One of the hardest-hitting satires ever written.

Thursday, 18 June 2026

An Unexpected Result Of Looking At Engineering Failures

Was Coming Across The Term 'Hyperart Thomasson'

I had never heard of the expression, mostly because it ran it's course decades ago and was associated primarily with Japan.

     To understand what it means, we need to go back to 1980.  Art!


     Just to jog your memories.  In late 1980, the baseball player Gary Thomasson was bought from South Canada by a Japanese baseball team for an enormous sum, hopefully to big up their scores and win lots of games.

     In fact he proved to be a complete dud, who spent his entire career on the bench, not playing.

     Enter, stage left, artist Genpei Akaegawa, whom began noticing architectural oddities across the Tokyo metropolis, as the Japanese indulged their fondness for tearing down old buildings and structures and putting up new ones.  Bricked-up doorways, stairs that led nowhere, handrails with no purpose, all that kind of artefact, which he dubbed 'Hyperart', decided that wasn't descriptive enough and added in 'Thomasson' as the archetype of having no purpose.  How cruel!

     By the early Nineties, HT had pretty much run it's course.  More recently it has been dug up and resurrected on teh Interwebz, meaning it will now never die and instead circulate endlessly.

     Perhaps an example.  Art!

 

     When a building hasn't been demolished quite enough, or someone ran out of funds, or the workers knocked off early and never came back.  There's a story behind these Hyperart Thomassons, though we'll never know what it is in many cases.  

     Aha!  Apparently what we see above is part of the 'Winston Churchill Bridge' in Strasbourg, where all but the stairs were demolished in 2006.  The stairs remained until 2014, thanks to the civil engineer losing the sign-off chit or similar.  Art!

As constructed in 1968

     There are other revenants to wonder and ponder at across the globe.  Art!


     From the background, this one is in an hideous Seventies housing estate.  I tried a reverse-image search but that only came up with 'Echtenerbrug'.  However, a trawl of Reddit confirmed this is in Holland.  One can speculate if there was ever a water feature this bridge crossed in the first place, or whether it was put there as decoration.  Given that there are rails only on one side, and a treacherous trip-rail on the other side, I wonder.  Art!


     Another French building revenant, this time in Paris.  These giant metal staples are hammered into the bricks to allow egress to - the chimneys?  Perhaps so, although I would have expected them to be off-set in order that you don't get blocked in by said chimneys when you go up to maintain or repair them.  Also, when going back down, you'd be frantically swinging your feet around to get purchase on the topmost rung.  Surely it would be a lot safer and easier to gain access via a trapdoor in the roof?

     As for the large gap between ground level and the first rung; security.  You don't want any thieving footpad to be able to gain access to the rooftops by climbing up rungs that conveniently reached the ground.  No, anyone needing to access the roof needs a ladder.  Art!


     One hopes this door's interior has been plastered over, lest someone try it out of curiosity to see where it goes.  Pretty obviously there used to be a structure that the door opened onto, but no longer.  The other purpose it might have is as a burglar-deterrent: the interior door has a large sign upon it declaring 'JOOLS AND PRESHUS STOWNS', so any aspiring thief boldly opens it and -

     Plummets.  Art!


     There is a shot of Tom Campbell, played by the splendid Bernard Cribbins, doing exactly this in the film 'Dalek Invasion Of Earth 2150 AD' but can I find a still or clip of it?  NO I CANNOT!  So you'll just have to make do with Tom looking rather nervous and out of place.  Art!


     I guarantee there's a few Hyperart Thomassons in there somewhere.

     Er - we seem to have gotten somewhat off-track, don't we?  Back on track!

     From the exotic climes of - ah - Holland and Paris, to the provincial backwater of Chelmsford, Essex.  Art!


     Steps and a ramp leading to a blank brick wall.  The blurb says that this was an Odeon cinema in Chelmsford, fallen on hard times and with access revoked.  Don't be fooled by the 'windows' that are bricked over, they were originally designed like that.  Art!


     I think this is the cinema when it was thriving, due to the similarity of the brick facing, meaning Conrad also believes the HT picture is of a rear exit that got closed off.

     I shall have to close off this Intro, too, as the HT were only supposed to be a short introductory piece for architectural follies, which will now have to be broached at a later date.  I bet you can hardly wait.


Here's Something You Don't See Every Day

Conrad would like you to cast your mind back to Spring of 2022.  The lark was on the wing, the snail was on the thorn and the orcs were invading Ukraine.  Thanks to dreadful maintenance, ill-trained crews, a distinct lack of willingness to die for Putinpot and a lack of fuel, there are hundreds of clips of Kozaky farmers salvaging intact Ruffian tanks that had been abandoned.  Art!


     A Chieftain main battle tank, yes, but - what is it doing in a farmer's field?  Surely British farmers haven't 'salvaged' NATO equipment that belongs to the army?  Art!


     The caption claims that an ex-army Chieftain costs just the same as a tractor.  Maybe so, but I guarantee the mileage is going to be a lot worse!  On the other hand you could hire it out for novelty rides.


Bubbling Over

SIT BACK DOWN!  This is nothing to do with 'Dictatoritis'.  We invite you to cast your mind back to the Intro we did on a fire-fighting foam incident in 2016 at Santa Clara, where a massive foam discharge took place by accident.  Art!

     Obsolete fire-fighting foams contained polyfluoroalkyls, which take forever to break down, resulting in their contaminating everything and everyone, and which have now been replaced by F3 - 'Film Forming Foam' - which is a whole lot safer for the environment.

Make The Orc Walk

Krim continues to suffer chronic shortages of fuel, as the occasional tanker gets through and a petrol station can supply go-juice for perhaps eight hours until their tanks run dry.  

     Orc drivers have been queueing up in single-file car parks for days, until they run out of the smidgeon of petrol they had.  What happens then?  Art!


     Take off the handbrake, put the gears in neutral and push it.

     The chap filming this was humming a happy tune and snickering at the sad procession above, leading me to believe he's one of the original Ukrainians enjoying the giant vampire schadenfreude chickens coming home to roost.

     More seriously, Conrad had to resort to public transport to do the shopping last week, as our car is in for repairs.  Being on the bus meant being able to carry a lot less, spreading it out over two days.  The benighted orcs of Krim don't even have public transport to go and do their shopping.

     Better get walking soon, it's a long way to the Kerch Bridge.  Art!


       "Benzina nyet" = "No Petrol" in 'Krim'.

     Depending on how much less than 2,000 tons of food daily that Barad Duh can arrange to transport to Krim, food supplies are going to run short, even with rationing.  'Trent Telenko', logistics sage on Twitter, said that fuel shortages are going to prevent ground water from being pumped up the boreholes drilled to provide potable water.  This would also kill whatever agriculture is left in the peninsula, and cripple any industry still extant.


Song To The Siren

No!  Nothing to do with The Cocteau Twins - are they still going?  Hang on - no, they had a very messy breakup in 1997 - but rather an enormous honking great siren.  One of my Bookmarks I'm using up.  Art!


     The not-so-little friend here is the Chrysler Air Raid siren, powered by a 180 horsepower V8 engine and capable of being heard 35 miles away thanks to an output of 138 decibels.  Which is like standing next to a B-52 taking off, and will cause instant deafness if you are next to it when turned on.  The cameraman here wisely decamps well away from it when it gets cranked up.  Art!


     They are both still too close and I bet they spent the next day going "WHAT?  WHAT?  I CAN'T HEAR YOU."


Finally -

Going out with a Mopey Dickism.  Art!


     Jowly and scowly.  O dear that's me banned from South Canada for the rest of his term, how will I cope.