Kippers for breakfast, Aunt Helga?

 I went into Birmingham this morning, and on the way back into Redditch it started to rain. When the train pulled into the station, it was absolutely torrential, like the entire year's rainfall in about ten seconds, flood waters rising. I put my umbrella up, and as I walked along the platform the rain started to ease off. By the time I'd got to the ticket office, the sun had come out and everything was lovely again.

I tell you, I'm getting tired of this changeable weather, but since it's St Swithin's day today we've got another forty days of it to go. Still, I bought eight comics from the famous 50p box at Worlds Apart and saw an amusing advertising sign, so the morning wasn't entirely wasted.

And as a follow-up to the previous post, I didn't even know you could do this kind of special offer on eBay, but I've been offered that Red Moon tape for a mere thirty pounds! The really worrying thing is that I'm a sucker for 'special offers' like this and I can see I'm going to inevitably end up buying it.

Market manipulation

 Please allow me to direct your attention to this eBay listing for a copy of "Red Moon", now reduced to the bargain price of £35.00 from the original £50.00. I feel like this kind of thing is my fault. See the item description there - "This edition to the Krypton Force collection 'Force Five' is the tape that is very hard to find. There was even speculation that this tape doesn't exist. Available here with us, at Artemis Direct. Enjoy!"

That speculation came from the most popular post I've ever made on this blog, documenting my attempts to amass a complete collection of Krypton Force videos. It used to speculate that "Red Moon" didn't exist, since it took me a lot of time to find it. And more generally, over the years that post seems to have caused a sharp increase in the prices of these cheap British bootleg ripoffs of American translations/bowdlerisations of Japanese giant-robot cartoons! You don't see them for a forlorn 99p any more; even the ones everyone already seems to own are being offered for a comparative fortune.

I certainly didn't mean to do it, but I seem to have dramatically increased the resale value of my own collection by manufacturing mass hysteria via the internet. That's the kind of thing people like Elon Musk do, according to my limited understanding of what weird people do. Only I do it in a much more cool way, because there are giant robots.