Lethally Inflammable

In the desert you can find, if you try, heaped drums of high octane fuel with their lethally inflammable contents. Also, if you are unlucky, you may find yourself guarding the lot in your best summer shirt. The last thing you need is some bad guy sneaking up and buggering up the rest of your day. But why can't they simply blow up something in front of you? It's not good for your overall well-being to keep on getting surprised and having to keep on unexpectedly turning around.  Some people have no consideration for others.

Meanwhile over at Beastrabban.wordpress.com...

There's talk of ...

"There’s a great bit of news for comics fans in today’s I. According to the article ‘Graphic Novelists Take on Gove over First World War’, Britain’s leading comic artists are to produce a graphic novel, To End All Wars. It’s going to be an anthology of 27 stories based on real events, some of which are told from the point of view of the soldiers themselves. The I states that the novel aims to undermine the jingoistic commemorations of the conflict’s centenary."

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Quick Ciggy Before Bedtime

One of the many joys of being a man is enjoying a quick ciggy before bedtime. It allows you to do a number of things, such as, reflect on the events of the day and ponder the actions you are going to take tomorrow. There's nothing quite like that desert air and that real tobacco taste (even though that cigarette appears to be a bit short of tobacco). A quick ciggy before bedtime also allows you to avoid that long uncomfortable stare from your bunk buddy. 

Mates and Fuselage Envy.

Have you ever looked at a mate's fuselage and wondered "why isn't it as battered as mine? Or when you have looked at it you've stopped and thought "My goodness that's a well maintained unit!"

Well Bob has.

And best of all it hasn't stopped him from being mates with Johnnie. As a real man, Bob hasn't resorted to gawking or staring. He has done what men have done well and have been doing for generations, he glanced.

"P for Peter looks almost as good as new...", Bob is not afraid to ask.

Johnnie is not ashamed to give a straight up answer, "...I was just born dead-lucky, that's all!"

It is a better world where there is mateship and no fuselage envy.

Didn't Get One

Don't allow regret to rule your life, well what's left of it. Just spit the shattered canopy fragments out and 'keep calm' as they are fond of saying in popular culture. Sure the earth gets closer and closer with every thought but hey look at it this way at least you tried.

Ignore those waves of pain. 

Pain is a sign that weakness is leaving the body - so with that in mind (an it's all in the mind) you shouldn't worry so much. How long does it take to fall out of the sky? Really. Well you've got all your time to think about it. 

Love is Like Oxygen

Apparently this is true. You get too much, you get high, not enough and you're gonna die.

 

Love is like oxygen.

Or so I've been told.

Once the tap is turned can it ever be turned back? Love and oxygen who would have thought that they have so much in common?

 

There's a project! Photoshopping the fatal tap to read 'love'.

Moustache Monday!

Sense in a number of forms is overrated. There are even times when sense is not needed. A man of tash can string a number of words together, irrespective of their meaning, and still create something greater than the meaning of the original words. Some may call it harsh simplicity, others gibberish. However one thing is for certain. The bigger the moustache the greater the ability to take the non out of nonsense. I too would be pleased if I could only make half the sense that Captain Samson makes.