According to the movie, “Broken Arrow” is the US military term for a lost nuclear warhead. Hence the title. However, if the US military term for a lost nuclear warhead was “Code Bumblefuck” I think this would have made for a MUCH better film.
Radiators. I can’t get enough of them. I’m thinking of starting a collection of radiator photographs, plus diagrams and installation tips. Then spin off into mouse-mats, T-shirts, pens. Maybe some kind of beach-based road tour in the summer.
Here’s my first radiator pic:
I like in particular the good length of copper pipe in view. Gives it context.
I’m very much in love, even though we’ve only known each other for a few short minutes, with this animated gif:
which I found on this amazing Bradley McIntosh tribute site. Ah, the Internet used to be so stylish. Fancy graphics and mouse trails. Explosions, bubbles, unreadable text and flashing Under Construction signs. There comes a point when a website is so jammed with fizzes and fancies that it comes out the other side of madness into charm…
From the offical Conways Sisters forum: The Ultimate Stalker Mission – Challenge 2:
This is a toughy but i wouldnt say its as hard as getting Marie to take time out from bopping Your mission is to get pictured with each Conway Sister!! I know this will be a fun one to complete as a lot of us have pictures with 3 of them and are missing the 4th one. The pictures have to be individually with each sister. Unfortunately, ive not completed this yet either as i keep missing Sharon The one i do have with Sharon, Sinead is on too. So im in on this one too peeps.
That’s posted by Emma-Lou, one of the forum moderators. I wonder if taking part in the Conway Sisters’ Ultimate Stalker Mission – Challenge 2 – would be a workable legal defence if one actually decided to stalk one of the sisters. Personally, if I had to stalk one, I’d go for the one with the sense of humour:
I mean the one at the front with no bra on, of course.
The Godfather of sex scandals, John Profumo, has died. He had sexual relations with a girl whilst sitting back to front on a chair, and for this Parliament never forgave him. A ruined career, but tremendous hair:
In 1995, he sat next the Queen at Mrs Thatcher’s 70th birthday party. I wonder which one he went for. The Queen, I reckon. They probably went up and did it on the coats after the cheese course.
That pictureÂ I did this morning with the barrel is soÂ profoundly bleak and unsettling (it reminds me of one of those Czechoslovakian cartoons they’d occasionally put on around tea-time on BBC2) that I decided to depict somethingÂ a bit more upbeat.
Â It’s taken a while, there have false steps and frustrations aplenty, but I’ve finally come up with a worthy successor to Roy Lichtenstein’s iconic Whaam!
My piece is called You! and it took me the best part of ten minutes:
I can’t really say what it’s about, because that’s not my job. I’m just the artist. I don’t do hermeneutics. Well, sometimes at the weekend, but these days it’s rare I have the time.
I’m very happy with it. I think it’s going to look great when it’s blown up to a decent size, like about fifteen feet high, and hung next to a Lichtenstein for context. Both works, I feel, will benefit from the juxtaposition. Perhaps, if anything, mine more than Roy’s.
Â A quaint story of inter-species love:
Mr Alifi, Hai Malakal in Upper Nile State, told the Juba Post newspaper that he heard a loud noise around midnight on 13 February and immediately rushed outside to find Mr Tombe with his goat. “When I asked him: ‘What are you doing there?’, he fell off the back of the goat, so I captured and tied him up”. Mr Alifi then called elders to decide how to deal with the case.
Where it happened:
The full story: here.