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Sunday, 27 July 2025

If I Were To Say 'Convoy'

You Might Well Mistake This Intro

For an item on that very out-of-character film helmed by Sam Pekinpah, 'Convoy', which mixes comedy and 18-wheeler trucks with gay abandon, featuring Kris Kristofferson, Ali McGraw and - yahboohiss you rotter! - Ernest Borgnine, in a role you'd expect a British character actor to take.  For all that, it was the biggest-earning film Ol' Sam directed, thanks to tying in to the CB radio craze of the time, and Kris taking his shirt off.  Art!

Nobody is killed, shot or blown up.  Bummer.

     Or, you might expect Conrad to go waffling on about one of the desperate convoys run through a gauntlet of air and submarine attacks to re-supply Malta during the Second Unpleasantness.  Go Google Operation PEDESTAL and rejoice that you never had to crew one of the ships in said convoy.

     HOWEVER - 1st use today - we are talking about land-bound convoys as in 'Convoy', not marine ones, yet conducted as part of a military effort.  Thanks to 'AfricanStalingrad' of Twitter for putting up an illo of an original document.  Art!


     I have asked if it's okay to use this photo and will wait to see what answer we get.

     Let me elucidate a few points here.  This document is one produced by the British Military Police, who were responsible for traffic control, amongst other things.  It begins on the 3rd of April 1943 and ends on 21st April 1943, when the campaign in Tunisia, where the action was, had less than a month to run.  Let me put up a map drawn by that splendid draughtsman Jack Coggins, showing the whole of the Tunisian theatre.  Art!

     You may not have been able to determine the location, which the MP's helpfully locate as 'Le Kif', and I can provide a closer look at the map (which is a bit blurry, apologies for that).  Art!


     Le Kef is just to port of dead centre, and you can see it's a hub for roads, tracks and railway, making it an important logistics and transport node.  Art!


     This is a photo-reconnaissance picture showing how hilly and mountainous Tunisia is, and the chain of little black dots happens to be a convoy, except an Axis one in retreat, NOT having proper dispersal between vehicles, which makes them vulnerable to air attack.  Art!

The consequence of tailgating

     Now, who do you suppose is responsible for checking on and maintaining vehicle dispersal, especially when roads converge in a constricted urban area?  Why the MPs do, usually to no great appreciation from any drivers who come under their beady-eyed supervision.  Art!


     This is a British infantry brigade, ostensibly at about 5,000 men when at full strength, and their 447 vehicles, which were travelling during the hours of darkness past this control point, meaning the MPs would be watching for unsafe headlight use, speed and spacing between vehicles to prevent collisions, which are a lot more likely in the dark.  Cannier drivers would paint rear axles on vehicles with white paint, allowing better judgement of distance with little or no headlight use.  Art!


     This is the South Canadian 9th Infantry Division, which took a total of 24 hours to pass through Le Kef over three days, and no wonder when you total up the number of vehicles: 2,325 of them.  Getting on for 100 passing per hour on average.  In real life, as both Alan Moorehead and John Foley relate, the head of a convoy would be tooling along at an efficient 15 m.p.h. whilst the vehicles at the tail would be frantically hammering away at 30 m.p.h. in order to catch up.  art!


     The South Canadians look like under-equipped lightweights when compared to a British armoured division: 4,300 vehicles in total.  These will constitute tanks of various sort, self-propelled guns, trucks by the hundreds, artillery tractors with limbers and guns, anti-aircraft guns, tankers for both petrol and water, armoured cars, scout cars, engineering vehicles, Bren Carriers, jeeps, staff cars, signal vehicles, HQ vehicles and perhaps a few enemy vehicles 'acquired' en route. Which the MPs might impound, the spoilsports, as well as controlling traffic flow, an absolutely essential function given this many vehicles moving through a small town never designed for 20th century military traffic.   Art!


     A British convoy on the road into the city of Tunis itself, by which time the Luftwaffe and Regia Aeronautica had abandoned North Africa and fled to Sicily, so there was no risk of an air attack.  BUT if you were traversing an MP control point they might be very cross with you.


Conrad Is Conscientious

I have been cooking more recipes from my 'Ukrainian Cookbook', and ticking them off on the Contents page, because I'm sad like that.  Can't see myself making a few of them, though: 'Fried Brains' doesn't realllly appeal as I wasn't a zombie the last time I looked, and 'Blood Sausage' where you harvest the red stuff doesn't appeal either, as I wasn't a vampire the last time I looked.

     However - a word you simply knew was coming - I did manage a Goulash this afternoon.  Art!


     One supposes that it has spread in popularity across Easter Europe from it's home in Hungary, and here it is.  Hearty fare that would feed four people.
     I also made Zucchini Fritters but scoffed them all before getting a photograph.  Sorry*.

     On the other hand, I did manage a batch of Pickled Mushrooms quite handily.  Art!


     They were surprisingly easy to make, just marinated in vinegar and boiling water for a couple of hours after a quick zap in the microwave.


Conrad, Still Being Conscientious

For reasons I cannot really fathom, Your Humble Scribe watched the 2020 apocalyptic disaster flick 'Greenland' on Amazon, and made notes on the action unfolding on screen, as well as my thoughts about plot holes and goofs.  Did I make notes.  Art!


     The amount of condensed material here, many millions of times larger than one of our Earthly libraries - no, sorry, that was 'Forbidden Planet', wasn't it?  There's a lot of notes there, meaning a blog five times longer than normal and all about 'Greenland' were it to be typed out.  You may get a staged release, and such portions of the Krell science as I - NO!  Sorry, more FP again.  Look to see it covered in serial, with possible diversions to make up Goofs.  Art!

     Oddly enough, no Domestic figures for South Canada, only for International audiences.  What happened?  Definitely a profitable film, since there's a sequel due to be released next year and you don't get to make a sequel if your original was a flop.

     Check the release date.  2020, the year of Covid.  It was only available in South Canada on video-on-demand and streaming services, where it made $32 million in profit.  The net budget was $35 million, so they cleared about $60 million in profit, if not more - hence the sequel.  Art!

Even Florida Man paid attention


Up To The Hilt -

In silt.  Yes, more advice on how to avoid getting lost in a silt-out when exploring flooded caves, although Conrad's advice is quite the pithiest you will read: don't go exploring flooded caves.  Problem sorted.

     One thing that 'Rowland's Reef' of British America diving website doesn't explicitly mention is ALWAYS DIVE IN PAIRS.  They do mention finding your 'dive buddy' in a silt-out as two bodies are better at searching for the way out than one.  Once you locate your buddy, their air bubbles will instantly tell you which way is up.  Art!


     No, it's not the world's most inaccurate watch; it's a diving computer that shows what depth you're at, how much air you have remaining and how long your dive has taken.  You need this information before attempting to get out of the sinister silty scenario.  Above all, remember the advice of that keen amateur cave diver Douglas Adams - 


Finally - 

Only an hour ago I finished making Pork Belly Stew, to use up carrot and onion and dill, and a whole slew of Pork Belly before it went slimy and possibly inedible.  No pictures yet, you may get them tomorrow. 

Pip pip!

     






*  But not very.

The Goulash Is On The Goo

This One Is To An Ukrainian Recipe

Your Modest Artisan will need to head downstairs in a minute to check on the potatoes, as they're the last ingredient to go in, apart from a bit of cornflour mixed in with sour cream, to thicken it up.  I still have another 700 g of pork loin to use up, and 500g of pork belly - pork belly stew, anyone? - and 12 sausages, too.  Probably not enough onions left to make all of them, nor room in the fridge to store them, either.  First world problems.

     <excuse, going to stir the goulash> 

     Art!


     In preference to a photograph of goulash, here's an 'Indestructible Atomic-Powered Flying Tank With A Grinning Face' for you, to spruce up your Sunday.  You're welcome.

     Time, ladles and germs, to trot out the links as we usually do on a Sunday afternoon.

2024

BOOJUM!: From The Doctor To The Food Of The Dogs

2023

BOOJUM!: The Fantastic Iconoclastic

2022

BOOJUM!: If I Were To Say -

2021

BOOJUM!: A Stab In The Park

2020

BOOJUM!: A Diddly Kwa-Kwa

2019

BOOJUM!: The Devil's Organ

2018

BOOJUM!: A Rhabdomantic Antic

2017

BOOJUM!: Plunge Taken

2016

BOOJUM!: Organ's Internal

2015

BOOJUM!: Number One - In A Field Of Two

2014

BOOJUM!: The Proof Is In The Pancake -

2013

BOOJUM!: Books! Comics! Cakes! Levenshulme Market!






Saturday, 26 July 2025

The Big Bang Burner Barn

For Those Of You With Long Memories

Or just retentive ones.  You may well recognise Conrad's spoofing of an entry in Douglas Adams' 'The Restaurant At The End Of The Universe', where characters can enjoy a meal at said catering establishment.  Art!

'End' as in time not distance

     Should the appeal of this venue ever pall, why, said characters can whiz back through time and enjoy convenience food at the 'Big Bang Burger Bar', with strict injunctions not to reach out of the window and interrupt Creation.

     ANYWAY we are here in this Intro to discuss all things, or a selection thereof,  about thermonuclear weaponry, because my interest was piqued by a story trailed on Twitter and also back up by reporting from "The Telegraph".  

     First of all, allow me to introduce Solovyev*, one of Putinpot's mouthpieces on Ruffian television, who parrots what the Kremlin wants to project.  Art!

    

     Note the date.  Three years ago.  Art!



     This is a conflation of two earlier threats made in May 2022, when the UK was actively supporting Ukraine, which really, really, angered the Ruffians.  Another gremlin for the Kremlin, Kiselyov, was boasting about Sarmat as well, in addition to the '100-megaton Poseidon torpedo' which he declared would be detonated underwater in the North Atlantic, creating a tsunami 1,600 feet high that would submerge the entire British Isles - and Eire, too - and leave it a radioactive desert.

     Sadly for Kiselyov, the Poseidon only carries a 2-megaton warhead.  Even if it were 50 times bigger there is no way it would create a tsunami of any sort, unless it went off 500 yards from the Blackpool sea-wall, in which case it might wash Blackpool off the map.  Which some might say was an improvement.  Sorry, orcs.  Art!

BEFORE

Silo hatch

     Ah yes, Sarmat.  The world's biggest Inter-Continental Ballistic Missile, mounting 10 warheads, but still using liquid fuel - so Nineties, dahling!  Not merely old-fashioned, but actively dangerous, thanks to the nature of missile fuels, which are toxic, flammable (duh!) and corrosive.  The picture above is from September 2024, when the Ruffians were getting ready to try a second launch.  The first during February 2023 had ended in failure, then the second and third had been cancelled, to absolutely no fanfare at all because that would have made Charlie Chipmunk Cheeks look bad.  Art!

AFTER

     Unlike the 2023 failure, this one was catastrophic as the Sarmat blew up in it's silo, leaving an enormous area of scorched devastation - a 'Burner' indeed - and creating touchy subject matter not to be everrrr mentioned in front of the Puffy Phaced Petrol Pimp.
     The thing is, playing stupid games tends to lead to the competitors winning stupid prizes.  Art!

Inventor of the 'Teddy Bear'

     This is Teddy Roosevelt, who used the pithy phrase 'Talk softly and carry a big stick', an aphorism reversed by Modern-day Mordor, where they 'Talk loudly and carry a lolly stick'.  It being a lot cheaper than a Sarmat, one believes.  Art!


     This is a C-17 cargo carrier of the South Canadian Air Force, touching down at their base in RAF Lakenheath.  On Thursday just gone, one of these flew in all the way from Kirtland Air Force Base in New Mexico, keeping it's transponder on so it could be tracked by everyone.

     Why so?

     Well, the smart money is that it was carrying nuclear weapons, specifically the B-61-12 gravity bomb, because:

 1)  Airspace over Lakenheath was restricted during the arrival, and you don't bother with that kind of security if flying in drywall insulation and frozen Twinkies.  Art!

Neither lakey nor heathy

2)  Kirtland is where the SCAF stores it's big bang bombs.  Safely underground, away from prying eyes and ears.  Art!


3)  There are two fighter squadrons of F-35s at Lakenheath, which are nuclear-capable.  Art!


     The B-61 comes in seven different varieties, with yields varying from 0.3 kilotons to 300 kilotons, depending on iteration, meaning they can destroy a point target at the lowest yield, such as an airfield, or a city at the highest.  Naturally the Kremlin is watching all this quiet background threat with goggle eyes, wondering and calculating that the weapons are the city-buster version as in these cases one assumes Worst Case Scenario.  Art!

     


     The thing about gravity bombs, even the thermonuclear ones with 5,915 components, is that they are as simple as a box of rocks when compared with cruise or ballistic missiles.  They get dropped, they either impact or their time fuse goes off and they blow up, reliably and consistently.  No worries about dangerously unstable fuels or incredibly complex guidance mechanisms, and as for range, it's quite possible that the SCAF (or their partners in mischief Perfidious Albion) have come up with a glide-kit that enables them to be dropped from 50 miles distant.  That possibility will have the GRU (Ruffian Military Intelligence) chewing their nails to the quick.

     Even more worrying for Mordorvia is that another C-17 was inbound for Europe as of Friday, leading to speculation as to i) what it was carrying and ii) where it was heading.

     So - Britain.  That Blighty barn where are stored the big bang bombs that burn.  See what all your threats achieved, Bunker Grandad?


Conrad Coins A Phrase

I do this consistently, don't I?  In this case it is 'Teaboo', which is the British equivalent of the 'Wehraboo'.  Wehraboos, lest ye be unaware, are those annoying people who insist that the Wehrmacht of the Second Unpleasantness was the best army in the world evah, that it's soldiers were the best evah, that it's weapons were the best evah, and that they actually won the war.  If their audience dares to have recourse to things like 'facts', 'evidence' or 'the truth' they stick a finger in each ear and yell Wagner's 'Nibelungen' at full volume until people go away or their voice goes, whichever comes first.

     Your Humble Scribe is the British version of same, hence the 'Tea-' title.  I can prove this by - Art!


     I think this is a cut-scene for a WW2 tactical combat game, this particular one being 'Sidi Barrani December 1940'.  Allow me to post what I Commented on 'Spaghetti Kozak Media's Youtube channel.  

I did notice, and you can dub me a Teaboo, that the 'Sidi Barrani 1940' illustration' features a Stuka, which did not arrive in North Africa until early 1941, and a couple of Valentine tanks, which didn't arrive in North Africa until late 1941.


How To Tilt At Silt

We have mentioned the profound problems raised by cave diving when silt is stirred up, as the environment then resembles swimming inside a tin of condensed milk.

     All is not lost if this occurs, as long as you, Cave Diver, remain cool and collected.  Art!

When swimming through the silt cloud try to maintain good neutral buoyancy to prevent any surprise ascents or descents. When you start moving, try using the Frog Kick finning technique. This technique prevents any more silt from getting kicked up, which would make it more difficult to escape. When swimming, take your time and proceed slowly and gently - it’s likely you may not see what you are swimming into. Having your hand out in front of you will protect your head in case you bump into anything which may be hidden.


     Of course, you can avoid this terrifying circumstance by - not going cave diving.

     This is only one of several recommendations about how to survive silting, which we may come back to, as it's so unusual and beyond normal life.


THE FOOLS!  THE MEDDLING FOOLS!

Do you want Skynet?  BECAUSE THIS IS HOW YOU GET SKYNET!  Art?


     Bah!


Finally - 

I've made pickled mushrooms and zucchini fritters today, is there time to make a Pork Belly Stew?  Time to find out.


It's actually 'Solovyev' but I like to annoy him like this.

Thursday, 24 July 2025

Water Falls

DON'T Make The Mistake Of Thinking 'Ooooh, Pretty Landscape Features!"

Since we are going to be venturing down some dark alleyways of human behaviour, where Death And His Blunt Scythe lurk at every corner.  Not to be buzz-kill or anything.

     Okay, I think we need to start off in a fashion completely unrelated as to how we intend to go on.  Art!


     Conrad is unsure how the hydrogeology of this feature works, nor how that road mana

     ANYWAY we are casting our view back over that incident on the - or, rather, off the - 'Disney Dream' cruise ship, as explicated by Sal of "What's Going On With Shipping".  To recap, a 4-year old fell into the water, and her father followed her in to try and save her.  Thanks to the DD's crash-crew in the emergency tender, both were recovered within 20 minutes.  Art!


      As Sal, a former passenger on the DD, explained, those railings are Plexiglassed in, there's no way to get through them.  He further detailed that this is the Deck 4, the promenade deck wh   ich is 'only' 50 feet above the waves.  Put a pin in that number.

     Sal, salty seadog that he is, illustrated the ship's progress with a marine activity chart available online. Art!


     The DD was chugging along at 10 knots, using only 2 engines in order to proceed more economically.  As soon as they get the 'man overboard' warning the ship comes to a dead stop, out goes the emergency tender and the two people are recovered.  The DD then fires up all 6 engines and hammers into the rollers at 22 knots, going flat out until they can reach casevac distance from shore.  One reason being, as Sal wisely informs, that falling into water from 50 feet can cause serious internal injuries.  Art!


     The lower half of this picture terminates at the waterline, and my guesstimate is that this is between 100 - 120 feet from precipice edge to the quarry waters, going by the height of the chap who throws himself in as being about 6'.  Art!


     I say 'throws' because he doesn't dive or go in feet first, and the thunderclap he makes on hitting the water is enormously loud.

     Because I'm a ghoul but not a complete ghoul, I'm not going to post the aftermath, where his body floats face-down in the water for a couple of seconds, twitches a bit and then sinks.  Dead as the woolly mammoth.  This, foolish Darwin Award Winner, is because water when hit from that height has all the tender forgiving characteristics of concrete, all the more so if you hit it spread-eagled.

     It is strongly suspected that the culprit/victim/prankster above was from Mordorvia BUT let me assure you that idiocy is an international phenomenon and we have plenty of them home-grown here in Perfidious Albion.  Art!


     This unusual rock formation is 'Durdle Door' in Dorset, and is regularly used by morons to risk death and injury as they leap from it into the water below.  Which looks dangerously shallow in the first place.  Art!


     This is from 2020, when three people were airlifted to hospital after jumping from the top of the rock formation.  The next year another climber fell off the Door whilst trying to climb down it, and died.  Surprise! a bikini and flip-flops are not suitable as mountaineering gear.  Art!


     This is from last summer, and the helicopter is evacuating a jumper with spinal injuries, thanks to the effects of hitting the water from 200 feet.

     'They should seal it off!" I hear you quibble, querulously.  They - the landowners - have done so with fencing and warning signs.  The signs are ignored and the fences either knocked down or scaled.  Even if they put up electrified barbed wire in coils 20 feet high and patrolled it with robo-dogs mounting flamethrowers, the morons would simply scale the Door from the beach.  Art!


     The 'Mythbusters' team tested an urban myth: that if you are falling into water from a great height, an implement such as a sledgehammer going ahead of you will save your life.  Possibly due to breaking the surface tension or aerating the water.  Art!


     Ummmm no.  This is 'Buster', their crash-test dummy (missing legs for some bizarre reason), about to hit the water after the hammer precedes him.  Art!


     The impact is at 60 m.p.h. and registered 269g, which is enough to render a real person extremely dead.  Without the hammer the g-force hit 270g; there may be a slight mitigation but - you are still going to be a sack of broken bones and blood afterwards.  Sorry.  Also, Art!


     This is how they did it back in 1969, after a fall of 238,855 miles, with braking parachutes and flotation aids.  


A Warning To The Curious

No!  Nothing to do with the M. R. James ghost story, where supernatural vengeance is visited upon an interfering archaeologist who is rash enough to disinter and 'appropriate' an Anglo-Saxon cr

     ANYWAY this is another sterling reminder that data protection laws and legislation exist for a reason, one of them being to stop nosy parkers from interfering with what does not concern them.  Art!


     In this case, the Sister Who Openly Ogled Numbers, hereafter SWOON, stole her elder sister's identity and created social media profiles in her name, registering for a school reunion and - a major RED FLAG - used financial software at her employer to access her bank records.  SWOON then offered un-wanted financial advice, confirming that she had access to financial data she should not have had.

     She continued to access accounts at work that she had no reason to monitor, was found out and fired.  We were warned NOT to access anything without a business reason to in our first week of training.  

     Bah!  Some people.


Be Grateful You Floor-Dwellers At Sheremetyevo

As I posted about all those Ruffians whose flights were delayed or cancelled altogether, the next worrying thing is actually getting aboard one of their national air carriers.  These things are being held together with gaffer tape and Blu-tak and getting aboard one is a gamble.  Art!


     The plane in question was an elderly An-24, of Angara Airlines.  There's no mystery about what happened: it crashed.  There are multiple Tweets about it this afternoon, coming later in the news cycle than the Metro account above.  Art!

     

     We're not gloasting about this, just pointing out that this was bound to happen, and the next time might be a full-size passenger jet carrying hundreds of passengers and crew.


Errr - Quite

This is definitely an advert I did not see on my bingo card this year, or for the next five years.  Art!


     Go on, admit it, you've heard the name, yet you have only the vaguest idea of where it is, haven't you?

     Worry no longer, for here is Conrad and BOOJUM! to explicate further.  Kazakhstan, or 'Qazaqstan' as they like to term it in Kazakh, is one of the former Sinister Union's Central Asian republics, meaning they look Asian, not Caucasian, are mostly Muslim and have been progressively leaning away from alliances or dalliances with Moscow.  Art!


     It's an enormous country with a relatively small population.  Their advert on Youtube seems to be looking to entice investors from the West, proclaiming that it's "The world's most dynamic investment destination".  Art!

Seeking to portray 'swish'

     Conrad wishes them well.  They are no longer under the yoke of Modern-day Mordor, and might well be looking to Turkey as an entrepot for the European market.

     I think a map is called for.  Art!



Rather Dim

An employment tribunal in Gomorrah-on-the-Irwell (it's been dry today) have found in favour of the plaintiff, a web saleswoman who had gone on maternity leave from her £65,000 p.a. job, and had been offered a different job at £24,000 when she returned.  Art!

BrightHR, the employer

     The 'Remedy' will be decided later, which is jargon for 'Compensation', which might take into account the higher pre-maternity earnings and how long the saleswoman had been in post.  A £40,000 difference multiplied across, ooooh say 10 years becomes £400,000, or even more if annual raises and bonuses are included.

     Quite the most stupid behaviour by BrightHR was not taking this woman back into her old role, where she had been generating - waitforitwaitforit - £1.3 million in sales per annum.  Cutting their throat to spite their neck.