Just the usual load of nonsense.
More Czechs, Spike Jones, Brexit, burning Guy, Child Ballads, copyright, Robin Hood’s two pricks, and so on.
With a translation of “Een jongen krijgt een meisjesbrief.”
Dominated by a sojourn in the Czech Republic.
Granddad’s Armistice in letters and recollections. Glimpses ante hoc of Cameronians & Royal Scots (52nd Division) in the Eastern Mediterranean and on the Somme; of ambulance trains in Northern France; of 6th Battalion York & Lancaster Regiment (11th Division) during the terminal Hundred Days Offensive to Mons, Belgium; and post hoc of base hospitals, influenza, and an exchange with one Wolfram Sterry regarding his brother Karl. Introducing Kandy the Maltese terrier.
It takes its tune and several lines from a 1960s song evoking the Siege of Leningrad and a verse and style from Liverpool fans’ 1979 performance against Dinamo Tbilisi of You’ll Never Walk Alone.
With a recording of a barrel alarm clock, a Shostakovich anecdote, a copyright tussle between the Russian Premier League and the Russian Authors’ Society, and more Blatner material.
Dogs are sensible and salute with their feet.
Our women forgive us our weakness / Our women forgive us our tears / They forgive the whole world its laughter and mirth – / Even Argentina.
Chunks of Heliopolis and Eumeswil dealing with smartphones, language and power meet up with the Gaddafis.