Apparently, there will be special dispensation for immigrants of German and Greek extract.
… I thought the Lady wasn’t for burning!
Observer (my butler reads it): Meteorite ‘could have devastated northern UK’
The meteorite that caused devastation in the Urals on Friday could have struck Britain if it had entered the atmosphere at only a slightly different time of day, astronomers revealed yesterday.
The region around Chelyabinsk hit by the meteorite impact is 55 degrees north, the same latitude as northern England. Had the meteorite’s timing been only few hours different, it could have caused widespread damage in the British Isles, astronomers at the University of Hawaii said yesterday.
Phew! On the other hand, had the trajectory of the lump of space-rock that became the meteorite been only a fraction of a degree different, it might, long, long ago, have collided with the much bigger lump of space-rock/comet that took out the dinosaurs before it actually took out the dinosaurs, thereby altering its course by an even smaller fraction of a degree, so that it didn’t, in fact, actually take out the dinosaurs. In which case, none of us would be here. Thanks, lump of space-rock!
Meanwhile, in related news, had Frederick Miller not lost an eye in a freak golfing accident back in 1885, I might be Prime Minister right now. And wouldn’t the world be a much nicer place?
Unless you’re a cat, obviously.
Nite Owl has drawn to my attention to the fact that the Tory candidate for the post of Dorset Police and Crime Commissioner has a rather unfortunate name:
Not quite as unfortunate a name as an acquaintance two-times-removed of Jen‘s: a certain Robin Bastard.
I would have thought commissioning crime was illegal.
So, the Tory Chief Whip, Andrew Mitchell, referred to police officers who were trying to do their jobs as ‘fucking plebs’, telling them it was ‘best you learn your fucking place’.
The angry tirade was sparked when the officers, following official parliamentary security procedures, refused to open the main gate for Mr Mitchell, and, instead, required him to push his bicycle through a side gate.
I have to say, Mitchell’s expletive-filled over-reaction to this minor inconvenience demonstrates the misplaced air of superiority felt, and the utter contempt in which we ordinary people seem to be held, by the majority of
urban cyclists Tory MPs.