Stoopid

Not really.

Not in my world. It's one of those words that still brings out the old class-warrior in me, even at my advanced age.

Dinner is what you have in the middle of the day. Tea is what you have about 6/7 pm. Lunch? No such word in my vocabulary.

His life spanned three generations and twenty Prime Ministers. One of the rapidly dwindling number who fought in the Second World War. A link to another Britain, tougher and harsher than ours perhaps, but surely one that demands some respect. Sorry to see him go.

I agree with you. Not only is it fascinating in itself, but quite often it turns out to have practical applications anyway - often in ways that are quite unexpected or in future developments in other fields.

There seems to be a bit of a mystery about it then? Kind of blows my mind a bit that so much is still basically unknown - dark matter/energy even gravity itself as you point out. In another way it's quite comforting. I mean, we've come a long way, no doubt. But the deepest questions about the universe and our place in it remain stubbornly out of reach. I quite like that, in an odd way.

I'm no expert on this, but as I understand it gravity isn't really a force in itself, more the effect on bodies of the curves in space/time (caused by the mass of other bodies). Could have got that totally wrong, but it makes a kind of sense to me.

The Kevs - ie the Kevin Keegans - ie the vegans - ie FGR - ie Forest Green Rovers.

Hmm...Interesting point. Might be something in it. I believe something like 80% of British gardens have a lawn. Because they're so prevalent it's something most tend to overlook or just take for granted. But when you think about it, it is quite odd.

Seems a bit harsh. Like I say, just a thought.

Just a thought. I've always found the British lawn obsession quite odd. But I get the football point.

Salford?

Maybe take the opportunity to stop mowing the grass? Let it grow - looks good in my opinion, and attracts wildlife etc. Also, there's something inherently depressing about our obsession with neatness. Maybe it's just me, but I tend to associate the sound of lawn-mowers with the soul-shredding boredom of long-ago Sundays.

Pretty general behaviour I'd have thought. Greece a case in point. Remember a train journey to Salonika where the entire passenger population used the windows as convenient rubbish bins. Nobody batted an eye.

Hmm... You may have a point!