[Bangs And Rattles]

Is all this quantum research going to do anything useful? Like cure the rattle on my bedroom door?

 

Your question is moot, Lord Caldrail.

 

Whilst you're out at the library/job centre/other bit of Swindon, the bedroom door is both in a state of rattling AND in a state of having been fixed. It will resolve itself to one or the other only when you return home and observe it.

[A Sparkling And Smokey Evening]

Plus which, the nuclear stuff tends to readily beach itself on sandbars.

[Noise Alert]

He who passes for our local "Lord of the Manor" is sadly lacking when it comes to performing his Parish duties. The residents here in Aquis-of-the-Romans are simple village folk who need a steady hand on the manorial tiller. Perhaps you could attempt to usurp his position? A pretty big manor house does go with the position (I bet you could nearly fit OfClayton Towers into the entrance hall,) though I'm sure it would be a bugger to heat.

[We Are The Champions]

Hmmm . . If you're thinking of challenging me to a gray hairs competition, it's only fair to bring Exhitbit 'A' to your attention.

[We Are The Champions]

Congratulations to The Giants. Given the end of season form of my local sporting team ("Aquis-of-the-Romans" Cricket Club) I should probably switch my allegiance to the Giants.

[Caldrail's Busy Day]

Surely achieving ten things in a day easily matches believing six impossible things before breakfast. It sounds to me like that baguette is well deserved!

[Dante's Inferno Test]

A year and a half later . . . . . .

 

I'm in the sixth level (getting quite crowded in here), and I'm not even religious enough to call myself an atheist!