Friday night insanity

I had thought I might do some sort of reflective post tonight about something or other, having had a nice dinner, a bit of a stretch and a long soak in the shower (good for mind body and soul, I find), but courtesy of friend Mike I’ve now seen this dumbfounding artifact from 1969:

And really, I have nothing to add. The past is not merely a foreign country where they do things differently there, it is a place inhabited by the insane.