Charlie Cale, because that would tend to imply that I had spent my last days in the presence of Charlie Cale.

Whenever we watch Taskmaster with subtitles, it warns us of “adult humour” but says nothing at all about the downright puerile humour.

Is the back of my envelope vaguely correct in saying that Rubin’s total field of view is ~ 25 square degrees ≈ 0.06% of the sky? So this crop would be 1/1000th of that?

What’s a little e^i(kx - ωt) between friends?

I had to close my patisserie. Just made too many losseroles.

A book known for not only explaining gravity but putting a fairly sizeable dent in spacetime itself.

And now my iPad’s throwing shade.

Got to my late 40s before learning that there’s only one ‘s’ in ‘just deserts’. Had a whole assumed etymology in mind and everything.

Can’t disagree, but Scissor Sisters’ Take Me Out is another favourite of mine.

I was in a pub discussion on degrees of swearing many years ago. One woman was talking about the inherent misogyny of it. She didn’t help her cause by explaining “If you’re a cunt you’re a right bastard, but if you’re a dick you’re just a bit of a twat.”

Take 5 is fantastic, but worth noting it’s the only one on Time Out not written by Brubeck. Paul Desmond, the (sublime) saxophonist. </jazz_bore>