Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Legends of the lost AAAAAAH!

Be the first or lost it's always guaranteed to be the last. Irrespective of the spelling, whether there are 'r's, 'g's, or one 'a' or an abundance. It is seldom whispered and often vocalised with involuntary vigour. It is the inarticulate cry.

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Meanwhile over at Kickstarter...

...Skies of Fire by Rick Chou is looking for support. This is a very good looking project. It's a diesel punk airship story about a captain and her crew. Click here to find out more.
I wonder if anybody says, "aaargh..."?

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

The British are keeping it real.

There are many ways of keeping it real. There are also men of many nations who strive to keep it real but none of them are worth a damn when compared to the British and their innate ability to discern between keeping it real or only alluding to a construct that has very little to do with anything whether real or not.

Thursday, May 4, 2017

Gosh! The Major is a top bloke.

Majors all over the world will be nodding in agreement with that statement. They'll be saying, "see I've been saying it all along", or,"I told you so", and even "the truth is what it is". So if you know a Major who is more deserving than the little appreciation he or she gets then give them a hug and tell them "I know...I know..."

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Snatched the young private's

When the senior man resorts to such behaviour there is not much to do but stand agog. Trust is difficult enough to build, but it can all be thrown away in an instant by one person. Strange actions and outbursts do not the leader make.

Sunday, April 30, 2017

Good Lord you're stupid!

The selection process for 2IC was remarkably unimaginative. 'Must have pulse' was the only criteria. Yet surprisingly the Major had difficulty in filling the position. His eventual choice was less than perfect and that bothered him greatly. So even as the effects of late onset lead poisoning take their toll on the Major's health his dismay concerning his decision can be heard above his pain.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Hey big nose! Which way to the war?

Some guys get the job because they're well connected. Others do well because they display a natural aptitude. This guy, because he is Nazi vulture, got the job because he's a creep who can sniff out good guys from miles and miles away. The other boys at Nazi school used to tease him about his hooter until he discovered his talent. They even made up a song about him, however that got sanitized for post-war use.

Monday, April 24, 2017

Chiefy gets frantic

The ugly great sardine that gets around dwells deep in the fear of men. Some say it is only a myth, a mere story to scare young sailors in their Aran knit onesies. But beneath the turtlenecks the fear is real. The ugly great sardine knows no mercy. The ugly great sardine does not grant or asks for forgiveness. Chief knows this only too well.

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Chiefy gets worried.

Below decks things can get tight. Pause for thought...isn't it all below decks on a submarine?...thought over, continue. And when considering ordeals are there any pleasant ones? So when it comes to ordeals Chief Grimshaw must be facing something pretty tough. If only his name was Happyshaw or Estaticshaw things wouldn't be so bad.

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Oh my! It's dark out there.

At sea, at night, it can get pretty dark. Usually there is a lot of nothing. It is what comes out of that nothing that can be beyond frightening. You don't need to go looking for it as it always find you. Always.
That aside...isn't this just the greatest picture!
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