Re: "LG's space-age monitors..."
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Given the (weasel?) wording of that quote, i.e. it uses the word history as opposed to "time" or "humanity", the level of bollocks therein would depend entirely on how you define history, as opposed to prehistory, which is usually defined as the time before written records existed, and since 3000 BC is apparently a decent estimate for the latter, and as you observe, using that sort of date as a starting point could yield a scenario in which the annoying factoid holds, one can only conclude the underlying purpose is to remind us to maintain a healthy level of respect for those 70s weasels which, interestingly, they don't have in Australia you know, it's all possums and wombats down there, the poor bastards, how they swerve unappealing obligations is anyone's guess, perhaps they duck-billed platypus out of them? But I digress.
I love cricket, me, and it's good to see it being defended, but I must say I'm not sure about the golf analogy. The only tournament I can think of that can end in a draw is the 3-day Ryder Cup, pretty much anything else will go to a playoff to find a winner, won't it? Not a golf expert, so happy to be corrected here.
I know there's a fine tradition of chucking spaghetti about the gaff, but I'm a fan of fishing a piece out and eating it myself. Another way is to slice through a strand with your thumbnail and check both the resistance on the way through and the appearance of the core, but that way you don't get to eat it. After all, al dente does mean "to the tooth" rather than "to the thumbnail", or "to the splashback tiling" for that matter. Paris, because she's no stranger to splashbacks.
On the other hand, I believe the $14bn-worth of those bonds that aren't floating-rate are callable, so they could always buy them all back, say thanks for the $2bn and go down the pub*. Nice work, Mr Oppenheimer.
*Except of course they wouldn't drink at the pub, because of the amount of duty on a pint. Perhaps a cocktail served by a flunky on a superyacht, somewhere off San Fran, in international waters. Mmmm, flunky.
Yes, yes, y'all. 27p and cheap at half the price. "Blended and tasted by experts", donchyaknow, and coming with the following instructions:
How to make the perfect cup of tea: 1. To enjoy this tea at its best, always warm the teapot first with boiling water. 2. Use one tea bag per person and one for the teapot. 3. Pour on boiling water and leave the tea to stand for 4-5 minutes to allow the full flavour to brew. 4. Serve with or without milk.
Hard to argue with any of that, except maybe, just possibly, the presumption that using said raw materials will result in the perfect cup of tea.
An alternative explanation could be that the Johnny Alien has picked up our radio transmissions and decided to give Earth the swerve on cultural grounds, viz., I have heard talk of the wonders of Blackpool's Golden Mile, but despite having the means to do so, have never felt the need to visit...
This idea has merit, but why not expand it to a bit of hunting? IIRC, your donkey burial was made more difficult by a resident mutt pack with a taste for wild boar. Perhaps this could be a time to harness the power of man's best friend and get your pork on? Having freed up your fiver for a nice box of vino collapso, you could channel your recenlty discovered drunken caveman heritage by dressing in a loincloth, covering yourself in mud and running around in the moonlight brandishing a spear with a pack of howling dogs. All in the name of science, of course.
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