There's been yet more talk of a second EU referendum recently. My view on this clear. We have a made a decision and need to get on with Brexit and make a success of it.
But I'm interested to know what you all think. Please vote in my poll.
Knowing my lack of enthusiasm for maths, or "dry science", a friend of mine sent me this, just to ....provoke me.
I responded, language is "language", not numbers!
She retorted:
"Mathematics is a language for describing and analysing the physical universe, from the subatomic to super massive black holes and everything in between. Hence it is universal by definition. E = MC2 wherever you are in the universe (as far as we know)."
The Americans went to the moon at a time when we still had those flippy-over clocks and a computer the size of your local supermarket couldn't handle as much data as a cheap mobile phone.
The 'B' Ark ... "I mean, I couldn't help noticing," said Ford, also taking a sip, "the bodies. In the hold."
"Bodies?" said the Captain in surprise.
Ford paused and thought to himself. Never take anything for granted, he thought. Could it be that the Captain doesn't know he's got fifteen million dead bodies on his ship?
The Captain was nodding cheerfully at him. He also appeared to be playing with a rubber duck.
Ford looked around. Number Two was staring at him in the mirror, but only for an instant: his eyes were constantly on the move. The first officer was just standing there holding the drinks tray and smiling benignly.
"Bodies?" said the Captain again.
Ford licked his lips.
"Yes," he said, "All those dead telephone sanitizers and account executives, you know, down in the hold."
The Captain stared at him. Suddenly he threw back his head and laughed.
"Oh they're not dead," he said, "Good Lord no, no they're frozen. They're going to be revived."
Ford did something he very rarely did. He blinked.
Arthur seemed to come out of a trance.
"You mean you've got a hold full of frozen hairdressers?" he said.
"Oh yes," said the Captain, "Millions of them. Hairdressers, tired TV producers, insurance salesmen, personnel officers, security guards, public relations executives, management consultants, you name them. We're going to colonize another planet."
"You mean you've got a hold full of frozen hairdressers?" he said.
"Oh yes," said the Captain, "Millions of them. Hairdressers, tired TV producers, insurance salesmen, personnel officers, security guards, public relations executives, management consultants, you name them. We're going to colonize another planet."
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I just wonder if the murderer of Jo Cox envies him.......
Yes, probably. Just one person murdered...
Another headache for the Quitters?
Charlie Elphicke created a poll.
There's been yet more talk of a second EU referendum recently. My view on this clear. We have a made a decision and need to get on with Brexit and make a success of it.
But I'm interested to know what you all think. Please vote in my poll.
Should there be a second referendum?
62%Yes
38%No
This poll has ended.
65.6k Votes
Knowing my lack of enthusiasm for maths, or "dry science", a friend of mine sent me this, just to ....provoke me.
I responded, language is "language", not numbers!
She retorted:
"Mathematics is a language for describing and analysing the physical universe, from the subatomic to super massive black holes and everything in between. Hence it is universal by definition. E = MC2 wherever you are in the universe (as far as we know)."
I'm still not a lover!
Have you seen these t-shirts?
Last edited: 19 February 2018 22:30:58
It was a black t-shirt with all your colourful statements for lovers of science and mathematics, of course!
But no success.....
Last edited: 19 February 2018 22:39:25
The Americans went to the moon at a time when we still had those flippy-over clocks and a computer the size of your local supermarket couldn't handle as much data as a cheap mobile phone.
Are you implying it was time that they took another ...trip to the moon?
Douglas Adams had a better idea.
The 'B' Ark
... "I mean, I couldn't help noticing," said Ford, also taking a sip, "the bodies. In the hold."
"Bodies?" said the Captain in surprise.
Ford paused and thought to himself. Never take anything for granted, he thought. Could it be that the Captain doesn't know he's got fifteen million dead bodies on his ship?
The Captain was nodding cheerfully at him. He also appeared to be playing with a rubber duck.
Ford looked around. Number Two was staring at him in the mirror, but only for an instant: his eyes were constantly on the move. The first officer was just standing there holding the drinks tray and smiling benignly.
"Bodies?" said the Captain again.
Ford licked his lips.
"Yes," he said, "All those dead telephone sanitizers and account executives, you know, down in the hold."
The Captain stared at him. Suddenly he threw back his head and laughed.
"Oh they're not dead," he said, "Good Lord no, no they're frozen. They're going to be revived."
Ford did something he very rarely did. He blinked.
Arthur seemed to come out of a trance.
"You mean you've got a hold full of frozen hairdressers?" he said.
"Oh yes," said the Captain, "Millions of them. Hairdressers, tired TV producers, insurance salesmen, personnel officers, security guards, public relations executives, management consultants, you name them. We're going to colonize another planet."
Brilliant!