What can we make of the letters B and O. I don't think that I can spin out half a page of drivel on Bang and Olufsen so I will just say that in my opinion they are still bloody overpriced for a not very good sound reproduction (in my opinion) but they always were.
I could spin out quite a lot on Body Odour and how I find it distasteful in the extreme. There is nothing "manly" about BO (or womanly for that matter) and it is a problem that rarely requires more than a good wash to remove and a regular change of clothes. Of course there are some individuals who are affected with medical conditions that cause intense and unpleasant BO (poor devils) but they are few and far between and in most smelly peoples cases it is poor personal hygiene (i.e. idleness) to blame. Having said that I am not going to gripe about people who start the day clean, do a days labour and at the end of it smell "hot and damp". When I worked at a pub outside Fareham, a lot of the clientèle were local labourers. At the end of the day, they would come in from a day's physical labour, often hot and sweaty, sup back a swift pint (rarely two) and then go home for a shower / bath / wash and a meal before returning to the pub later in the evening.
Bad Oberdorf. It sounds like a rotten place to stay but I can assure you that it has stunning views and lots of things to do for the active person. A most pleasant spot. Oh, if you don't want the hassle of reading that website in the original German, if you use Google Chrome then you can opt to translate the text into your national language (well, it does it into English so I am assuming that it is to your national language).
Basic Origami. Ah, the Japanese martial art of killing someone with a piece of folded paper... I used to be a black belt in Origami.
Black Olives. Oh yum! With a stronger flavour than their green cousins, black olives are one of the foods of the gods. I first came across them when I was about six because my father liked them on his baked beans on toast! The biggest problem with black olives was how to procure them all those year ago, which brings me on to British opprobrium (scornful contempt - that will save you looking it up) for foreign foodstuffs. I have never understood the British palette and the national scorn for "foreign muck". Thankfully with the advent of relatively cheap foreign travel, the British taste has become educated in a huge variety of foreign foods and now tasty treats such as black olives can be purchased from any supermarket but back in "those days" (almost fifty years ago) it was all but impossible to get hold of them and one was viewed with the gravest suspicion if one dared ask for them in delicatessens.
There. I think that I have just about done the B and O theme to death today. Next month it will be C and P. It only remains for me to wish you a Happy New Year and now I am going to Bugger Off!