I was surprised recently to discover that back in the late 80’s the middle eastern country of Bahrain put a lot of time and money into developing a resource hub (ie: oil refinery) on the British island of South Georgia. A joint enterprise with the British Government it was to be rather grandly titled Novum (from the Latin for “new”) Bahrain and be staffed entirely by Bahraini engineers and workers operating under a special license.
The project had to be abandoned however when it become clear that the workforce – used to the scorching temperatures of the Persian Gulf – weren’t prepared to put up with the arctic (or more properly Antarctic) conditions on South Georgia.
The Bahraini Industry Minister commented on the failure of the project by stating that the situation was “regrettable” but that “nothing lasts forever, even cold Novum Bahrain”.
Tried out a new Italian place on Thursday which claims to offer “geniune Roman cuisine”. It was pretty good, apart from that I ordered a side of peas and they bought me a bowl of ice cream.
And not cold ice cream, melted ice-cream. Warm, melted ice cream.
Apparently in Rome they bake a dessert and call it peas.
It occurred to me today that “Hairway to Steven” was an awesome pun. So I looked it up online to see if anyone else had ever had such a brilliant brainwave.
Turns out that the Butthole Surfers had the same idea 26 years ago.
Coworker: Ruby 2’s out!
Me: Wasn’t that a Stones song?
For Tanith! For Verghast! For cold and flu relief!
In the next Gaunt’s Ghosts novel Dan Abnett should have the Ghosts face a Chaos cult called the Histi.
That way they could fight them with anti-Histi-mines!
(Yes, yes, I’ll go drive over my head with a chimera now…)
And I’ve never even read/seen Dune
From a current ad for an SBS cooking show…
What’s charming, seductive and full of spice?
(It’s a joke people! Sheeze!)