Archive for December, 2003

Sorry, What I Meant To Say Was…

December 26th, 2003

No. No. I realise it sounded like “See you next week, Tracy,” but what I actually meant to say was “I won’t see you again because I am deliberately avoiding you.” You are not my friend. I see you more as a sort of natural sattelite, only a scary one that can reach me. Please come back to reality and get over it.

And yesterday, when I said “oh, that computer’s just bloody awkward,” I think I phrased it badly. What I was trying to say was that the computer is fne and you have filled it with crap. Frankly, I wouldn’t be able to run while I was doing all those things.

And when I said “Well, I agree with that,” I missed out a bit. You were talking too much, and that was the one thing you said that I agree with. Your arguments are all wrong. You live in a fantasy world and I’m too afraid of you to mention this at the time.

And no, for the love of God you cannot phone a bloody friend! You are not a guest on Who Wants To be A Millionaire?. I am not Chris Tarrant. You are not sitting in the Famous Chair, and I am not asking you for a final answer (which is another joke you like to make and I want to shoot you for). I don’t know if you noticed when I asked you the terribly taxing question, but I didn’t give you four options. You didn’t go 50:50 and the computer didn’t take away two wrong answers and leave you with the right answer and the one remaining wrong answer. There is no studio audience, there are no scanning blue studio lights, and there are no cameras. Clearly nobody could think this question was worth £16,000. This leaves the possibility that you are making what you consider a clever joke. This is worrying, because the programme hasn’t been fresh or original in at least three years. People have been asking to phone their friends since about an hour after the first show went out, and most of them now face the rather large technical block that they haven’t actually got any friends because they kept asking if they could phone them all the bloody time. It is my sad duty to inform you that if you still attempt to make this joke, you have probably alienated most of your friends. Stop now.

It’s worse than that, though. Tonight I heard someone make this joke on BBC Four. BBC Four! This is their so-called intellectual* channel, and their doing Who Wants To be A Millionaire? jokes. Of course, it doesnt matter much, since it was on Mind Games, but I still feel I should object.

Mind Games, for those of you who do not watch minority digital channels at 2AM, is a quiz show consisting almost exclusively of cheap puzzles. Some of them you’ll have seen before. Others are just easy. Others still are actually unsolvable, or just plain rediculous. To cap it all, the show is rigged. Each quesion is worth two points, and the scoring system is very complex:

  1. Ask a question to team captain Kathy Sykes.
  2. Allow her to say enough to give away the full answer.
  3. “Alright, you haven’t got it, I’m passing it over.”
  4. Allow opposing captain, Michael Rosen, to repeat what Kathy said.
  5. Award him two points.
  6. Ask a question to team captain Michael Rosen.
  7. Prompt him until he is herded into the answer.
  8. Award him two points.
  9. Repeat.

Of course, some questions cannot be passed over, because they are set by the other team, so they clearly already know the answer. These questions are still rigged. This is what happened on tonight’s show:

Question one, to Michael’s team: A sign was made to show the new year, for use in the celebration thereof. It was shown upside-down, but nobody noticed. What year was it made?

Rosen immediately shouted ‘1961′, which is wrong. The sign read ‘1961′ so it must have been made in 1960. (This man is a regular team captain on a lateral thinking programme on BBC Four and for the whole show he was persistantly outwitted by the bloke from Top Gear.) He was awarded one point out of the two.

Question two, to Kathy’s team: A piece of string is hanging up behind a screen. How long is it?

After about a minute of vain guesswork, it emerged that they were allowed to actually touch the string, which had been placed at the opposite side of the studio from them. The ‘correct’ solution wsa to swing the string with a pen on the end and use known pendulum equations to deduce its length. I hope you have all spotted that a swinging string always points to its end and it is therefore very easy to work out the length. Well done. You have outwitted the entire panel of Mind Games.


*I think it’s important that I spell this word correctly. Not perhaps likely, but important.

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Frodo Dies

December 25th, 2003

This is the story of a message. It is a simple message, and one which can bring much joy. It isn’t a true message, admittedly, but we shouldn’t let that detract from its significance or otherwise spoil our fun. The message is:

FRODO DIES

Like all the most powerful messages in human history, it is delivered on a T-shirt. Perhaps I should explain. As you know, a long time ago J R R Tolkien wrote a series of big thick books, and a much shorter time ago they were made into amazingly successful films. The third film sparked a lot of discussion. One such discussion was on the internet. On a whim, I posted a reply saying “I want to go and see it wearing a T-shirt saying “FRODO DIES” on the back.” Only later did I find out it wasn’t true. I had no idea if he died or not.

That was where I thought it would die. I’m all talk, usually. I come up with these stupid ideas, but I never do them, and that’s okay because noone ever expects me to. The trouble is, that while I was sitting there thinking I’d seen the last of FRODO DIES, another user of the forum was sitting there witnessing its birth.

Well, that was that. If he did it, and it went well, I had very little choice. It was my idea, after all, no matter what his little sister thought. Her opinion didn’t matter — she had boring clothes. I couldn’t very well be responsible for someone else I’d never even met doing something like this without going through with it myself, could I? I’d be no better than Noel Edmonds if I did that.

Besides, I normally wouldn’t do this. I politely kept my mouth shut after I saw the Sixth Sense. I didn’t have to ruin it for everyone by telling them it wasn’t actually that amazing a film. They could get the surprise themselves when they watched it. But The Lord Of The Rings is different. The ending to the film has been out in book form for almost fifty years. It’s not like I would be teling anyone anything they couldn’t have already found out by reading copies of the book with an extremely unlikely string of typing erorrs. Besides, I wouldn’t actually be giving away the ending. A shirt saying “FRODO SURVIVES” would logically be worse. Aesthetically, too — ‘Survives’ is far too long a word for a T-shirt.

I justified it to myself by saying that in modern films the main character always survives. You know how it will end. I thought adding a little doubt would improve the experience. I don’t know if that’s true, but the more I told myself that it was, the clearer it came that this was something which would happen. Since I’m not a literature kind of a person, I had to do a little research to find out just how long the ending had been in the public domain. The Tolkien Society gave me my answer, and also unwittingly cemented the idea in my mind. Suddenly I knew not only that I would go through with this, but also exactly when:

Drink a birthday toast to Tolkien

On January 3rd Tolkien fans around the world are invited to raises a glass and toast the birthday of this much loved author at 9pm (local times). Enter your name and what you intend to drink here.
Tolkien’s birthday. It doesn’t get any better than that. I started designing T-shirts in my mind. Of course, by this point, Ben had already seen the film.

Then, I decided it might be nice to explain to people why I had done this. I couldn’t tell them at the cinemas — that would be too much work, and they probably wouldn’t want to talk to the guy whose clothing had lied to them. I thought about adding a website URL to the shirt. Then, I realised that my URL was www.andrew-taylor.t2u.com and reconsidered this idea. I registered www.frodo-dies.vze.com instead, and started work on the shirts.

The shirts were printed with no problems, and we set of to the cinema. (My brother Mark came along too, since he has made it his mission to amass free tee-shirts. So far he has two.) The bus dropped us in town just in time to get into the film. After about five minutes queuing, in which we got at least two funny looks, we got the tickets. Interestingly, it seems that I got more girls smiling at it than men. There are a few things that can be inferred from this:

1. Men have better chests to look at than mine. I know for a fact this is true.
2. Mark is attractive. I’ll gloss over this one because it’s silly.
3. I should wear this shirt more. Ideally when I’m not with younger family.

The tickets had the start of the film marked as 17:15. It was well after twenty past. Of course, the trailers hadn’t ended yet, but it meant we wouldn’t get to queue infront of anyone. What I hadn’t realised was that everyone else would have sat down by now, and would be looking forward. It was too dark to discern if anyone caught sight of my shirt when I walked in, at the front of the cinema. Possibly everyone was to engrossed in the trailer for The Film That Makes No Sense.

This film, I should mention for completeness, is Spiderman 2. Perhaps the film makes sense. I haven’t seen it. All I know is that the trailer didn’t. As I sat down, the camera was on two people breaking up in a nice bar. Then a car flew in through the window. Then, giant bendy metal legs appeared. In the next shot, you could see a man with no legs at the centre of them, apparently controlling them. Then Spiderman appeared and that was about that.

The back of my chair was kicked constantly throughout it. I put this down to either the guy behind me being a jerk or Mark bending down to tie his laces and revealing the slogan on the back. The film, I think, was actually made rather more tense by the tee-shirt. I have never so badly wanted a character to survive a film than today. Granted I already knew he survived, but I’d heard just about enough to the contrary that I wasn’t 100% sure. Besides, although when I mentioned the plan to Lizzy she told me that anyone who’d read the books would know Frodo survives, that had to be weighed up against the fact that she usually berates the films for leaving so much out and changing bits for no reason. Somehow it seemed entirely possible they would kill Frodo just to spite her.

On the way out, I had my jacket off. (Since it was cold and we really didn’t want to catch the eyes of security staff etc., I had kept it on, but open whenever possible, up to this point. By now I’d been sat in a leather jacket in a crowded ciname for three hours. I wasn’t wearing it any more.) I heard one girl on her way in ask her friends if they’d seen the tee-shirt. All in all, I enjoyed the experience and the film. Perhaps the most amusing part, though, was that on the way in we were sat facing an advert from the government featuring a man with a sign on his back reading “6 months pregnant”. The text at the bottom read “Worried that information about you may be wrong?”. I felt I had to Photoshop it at least a little bit.

The light from Gandalf’s staff that scares away the flying lizard things looks rubbish, by the way. Just rubbish.

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The True Meaning Of Christmas

December 21st, 2003

Christmas is a very strange festival. For a start, it’s in the wrong month. Jesus was not born on December 25th. Many people will tell you that the date was chosen arbitrarily. Many people are wrong. By an astonishing coincidence, they are the same people. It’s all political, really. Anyone who knows the nativity story ought to be able to tell you that we ought know to within a fortnight or so when Jesus was born, because there was a census the following week, although in fact there wasn’t. He was far more likely (though not actually very likely) to have been born in April of 4BCE*. The date in December was chosen purely to try to squash the Pagan festival which is being celebrated this weekend by more people than you’d probably imagine.

For a start, there’s all the Pagans. Then, there’s everybody else. The use of holly and ivy is a Pagan tradition, not a Christian one, as is all the mistletoe. In retrospect, it should be obvious that it takes a Pagan to hang poison on his wall while celebrating something. The number of church newsletters that have clip-art holly leaves on them this week and are totally unaware of their Pagan roots is really rather amusing. And if you receive a card this year which refers to Christmas as Yule, you know is has either come from someone who thinks the terms are synonymous, or from a practicing Pagan.

Ironically, the term that people will most adamantly deny is synonymous with Christmas is ‘Xmas’. They claim that replacing Christ with an X, the mathematical symbol for ‘anything’, is heathen. This almost sounds reasonable, but the polite thing to do would have been to check first. The X in Xmas is from the Greek letter chi: Χ, or χ in lower case (the Greek word for Christ is Xristos). Yes, I know it looks exactly like an X, but it’s a chi. That’s why the English version uses an X.

And now, as a special Christmas Miracle: The Story Of The Christmas Tree.

There are two ways to tell this story. I shall start with the nice version, because once you hear the stupid version it is much harder to hear the nice version ever again without laughing. The nice version is that a group of Germanic Druids believed, arguably slightly stupidly, that the great old oak trees could not be felled. Knowing this, someone decided to prove them wrong, so he felled one. It crushed everything it fel on, shrubs, trees, bushes, everything except for one lone sapling. This fir sapling was seen to be blessed, or a Sign, or something. That was the first Christmas tree.

The stupid version is that someone tried to stop a group of Germans idolating oak trees and succeeded only in making most of the world idolate fir trees.


*Some people, offended that we date everything relative to the birth of Jesus, created an alternative to the BC and AD system of years. They used the phrases BCE and CE (for Before Common Era and Common Era) to signify exactly the same things. This is an extremely silly system created by people who were just looking for something new to suck the fun out of, but I use it here anyway because I felt a little silly myself almost claiming Jesus was born four years before Jesus was born.

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Enter Wingman

December 21st, 2003

I don’t know how long men have tried to increase their chances of pulling on a night out by taking along a second person. I expect this is quite a while. I expect it is not for as long that this second person has been known as the ‘wingman’. In case you are unfamiliar with this tactic, I will explain it here.

The Official Purpose Of the Wingman

officially, the wingman is there so that you are not seen as a guy out on his own, and therefore appear cooler. His duties involve such glamorous roles as luring women toward you, and talking to any girl you talk to that evening’s friends so they don’t notice their friend is being chatted up and start messing the whole thing up. It is frowned upon for the wingman to pull himself.

This is mostly lies.

The True Purpose of the Wingman

Most people would do better to go out on their own. The reason they don’t want to is that they know they will end up sat on their own talking to nobody at all. My thinking is: the sheer boredom and increased alcohol consumption this involves will make you talk to someone eventually. They’ll very probably think you’re a drunk, impolite stranger trying to barge in on their conversation, but I think you should be honest in a relationship, right from the start. My experience of being a wingman is that you end up talking to the guy all night because there is less motivation for either of you to go and talk to girls. In fact, it makes it very awkward, since you’d be leaving someone on their own. A far better method is to go out with a large group whenever you can. Noone will notice if you vanish off on your own periodically.

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United States Of Whatever

December 20th, 2003

The United States of America is a seriously messed-up country. Of course, everyone knows their government is messed-up. The country is run by a man who cannot pronounce his own name who was elected despite being up against the vice-president of one of the most popular administrations of recent history and getting less votes than he did. During this presidency we have seen two large-scale military attacks which both, like Bono, spectacularly failed to find what they were looking for* and the dollar sunk to its lowest value ever. But perhaps you don’t realise how messed-up everyday life is there.

In America, you can make local phone calls and access the internet for free, but you have to pay to recieve cals – any calls – on almost all the mobile phone systems. In America, there is an advert running for a $12,995 car with a $3,000 discount. This car costs $7,995. American authorities – I swear – have lost John F. Kennedy’s brain. American cars have 5-litre engines that pack slightly less punch than a properly-built 1.9 does, and then they wonder why they get (what they consider) a raw deal in environment treaties and suddenly decide to drop out of them. Americans hail this decision as a wonderful protection of American industry and prosperity. Anne Robinson made some reasonably big waves in America by saying, I think in The Mirror, that “Americans are dumb”. The following is a genuine reply to this article, from a genuine American:

So what if “Americans” are stupid. They’ll give you the shirts off their backs (I want to be there when Violet Beauregarde gives hers up), and fight your battles with you.

So what if 95% of the country is too busy making a living to travel, or too poor to suffer insults in French asking for directions to the Effiel Tower, or can’t spell.

What’s her point? Here’s a point. Americans are everyone. So Mrs. Robinson is just calling her people and herself stupid. What a dumb bitch!

Oh, that’s right, Americans are everyone. I forgot about that. If that were true then noone on Earth would be able to find the USA on a world map, especially if it was one of those stupid ones with Europe on the left hand side and Japan in the middle. Apparently, though it’s a very common viewpoint over there. Take this post, in response to the age-old Canada Vs America argument:

ALL YOU PEOPLE ARE STUPID STEREOTYPES MY GOD YOUR [sic] LOSERS

First off to all the Canadians: Not all americans are like those dumb shits that write those posts…. I can’t believe how stereotipic you all are Holy crap We don’t believe you live in igloos and say “eh” all the time, and we know you play other sports than hockey.. and yes hockey is a good sport… but we play it too, and we’re proud of it Americans do know what its like in other countries, after all America is made up of all these countries, even canada.. so when you call us dumb shits, you’re making fun of yourself and all the other countries that make up who we are

So, America is made up of all the other countries. I shall forego criticising his spelling and appalling punctuation, and get straight to the heart of the matter: There is no Canada Vs America debate because canada is infinitely superior to the USA in almost every way possible. In America, you risk being shot just by walking around. In Canada, many people don’t bother to lock their doors. America indoctrines its people that it is the greatest nation in the world, and it never occurs to them to question it, because they have been trained not to think too hard. I have never once heard of a Canadian get offended by a Canada-joke.


*The first was to find Osama bin Laden. They’re telling people he’s probably dead. The second was to find weapons of mass destruction. Apparently, there aren’t any, but they’re going to ask Saddam Hussein now they’ve “got him”. The fact that this was not the stated aim of the war seems to have slipped the minds of almost everybody involved with it.

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The Perfect Gift

December 19th, 2003

Around this time of year, it is traditional to call all products “the perfect gift”. This is an odd choice of slogan, because is it almost always so patently untrue. The following products are advertised as The Perfect Gift (and I want to make it clear that I have deliberately excluded any product which qualifies this claim by saying “the perfect gift for anyone interested in…” or similar. These are sold as the perfect gift for anyone, anytime):

  • The Sac Body Mud gift certificate | Direct link
  • This claims to be a massage service, but I suspect it also secretly intends to somehow cover me in mud. I don’t know why the spiel also has to reassure me that it doesn’t matter if you’re “gay, straight, bi, or just curious”. I would hope a professional masseur would be above this kind of thing.

  • The Video Copilot
  • The Video Copilot is a remote control with a timer in which is supposedly easier than setting a video properly. If I receive a Video Copilot for Christmas this year I doubt very much if I will be able to feign happiness. This is partly because I consider it an insult to my intelligence to find out that my friends or family think I can’t set a video player myself, but it is mostly because I don’t own a video recorder.

  • The Tools Bar Gift Certificate
  • All gift certificates, vouchers, tokens etc. consider themselves to be the perfect gift. The rough message they give is “Merry Christmas, I have only the vaguest idea what you want,” and don’t get me wrong — I’m in favour of that. The alternative is guessing, and that doesn’t help anyone. But really, a voucher for $10 worth of hardware. Under this week’s exchange rate, that’s about the price of a packet of nails in any country with a strong economy. Perhaps more worryingly, though, Zarda consider their barbeque produce gift certificate to be the perfect gift. Unless, presumably, you know any vegetarians.

  • This thing
  • I shall leave Graham Norton to explain this one. Suffice to say that it is not the perfect gift.

  • A Pack Of Mustards
  • “It’s the perfect gift for your poker club.” There are many people who dislike mustard. Presumably they do not play poker.

  • An Online Casino Card
  • Any perfect gift should not be banned by several state laws or major religious organisations. Just a thought. And exactly why would “the person who has everything” want to go to an online casino?

  • A Golf Towel
  • Here’s something you didn’t know you needed — because you didn’t know it existed. This is the perfect gift, “because the man who has everything, doesn’t have this.” (Presumably he knows better.) This means, mathematically, that this is nothing, and I’m tempted to agree. I do not want to receive a towel with a golf-ball manufacturer’s logo on it.

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Where’s the Internet Gone?

December 17th, 2003

Many people have said, fairly reasonably, that it would be impossible to estimate the total size of the internet. This is patently false, since any idiot can take a stab in the dark; they’ll just be wrong. Probably, what they mean is that noone will ever know roughly how much internet there is. Today I think I demonstrated all of these things to be true.

It turns out there is a lot less internet than I had imagined. A company called Alexa apparently have nothing better to do than count it every couple of months and have taken it upon themselves to see that this gets done. Apparently, this requires 500 terabytes of space to store 3 billion pages. (Therefore, the average webpage takes up five-thirds of a megabyte. Worrying.) To make this endeavour seem a little less pointless they also rank all the pages by traffic, links to them, and by user review (though I have absolutely no idea who ‘user’ refers to in this case. According to this service, I am currently updating the world’s 3189th most popular website, which puts me just outside the top 0.1% of the internet.

I’m not sure what classes as a link to Alexa, though. I know for a fact there are more than 2,000 links to my website, since I have placed well over 2500 of them on internet forums. Possibly they count as one per forum, but even if that’s true there still should be more than three. Certainly Google can’t find any. Not very little detective work leads me to the conclusion that Alexa can’t tell my subdomain from the ShortURL.com forwarding service that takes you here when it detects how much traffic I get. It also reveals that ‘user’ simply means anyone who visits Amazon (though I can’t find anything like that on Amazon.) It turns out that my site gets a 5-star rating because exactly one individual has posted exactly one review about an unrelated site which happens to use the same URL redirecting service as I do. Well, that or my “site is perfect for anybody going on vacation”. But one thing that still puzzles me: If Alexa has the worlds largest, most updated cache of a sizeable chunk of the internet, why is their search engine powered by Google?

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Fightbox

December 5th, 2003

I have just seen what may be the stupidest thing of the year. A new BBC Three programme called Fightbox was on, and in case you haven’t seen it, here is the gist: Four geeks who created stupid-looking characters on the BBCi website control their characters trying to complete inane Gladiators-style tasks. The Gladiators themselves have been replaced by a variety of “Sentients”, who have daft names like Nail (and are mostly just a little camp). The battles take place inside a computer with a sub-par graphics card and are superimposed over the studio shots in post-production. Presumably this is why cheerleaders are used between rounds — I can’t imagine the live studio audience have an awful lot to look at the rest of the time. The hosts struggle on trying to hold your interest, but the show really is exactly like Gladiators except that it is computer-generated. It looks like they just got a bad computer game and put it on TV, but I doubt they did simply because there isn’t a computer game that bad. Imagine Mario Party. That shouldn’t be too hard; you’ve probably seen it, but the next bit will tax your imagination a little more: replace the Nintendo characters with the robots from every bad science-fiction show there has ever been. Now replace the clever, imaginitive games with stupid challenges from either Gladiators or the early series of Robot Wars. Now make the graphics ever-so-slightly poorer. I’m finding it extremely difficult to get across to you how bad this programme is. It has no redeeming features at all. Not one.

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The Science Of Being Wrong

December 4th, 2003

A layman would be forgiven for thinking that the answers scientists strive to obtain are the correct ones. It would be silly, the layman would elaborate were he feeling particularly verbose that day, to strive to obtain wrong answers. Far easier, suggests he, to invent a number and declare it The Wrong Answer. This is how laymen are different to physicists.

In physics it is totally unnecessary to find the correct answer. A wrong answer is perfectly acceptable as long as you have some idea just how wrong it is. In carbon-dating, for example, every single measurement ever taken is wrong because when physicists discovered they’d been using the wrong number all this time they decided to stick with it anyway and call it a convention. A convention is something which is wrong but people do anyway because its easier than what’s right, for example, electric current is (for all intents and purposes) defined to go backwards because someone made a wrong guess before electrons were discovered and it would be too much work to change it all now. Worse still, according to my friends who have dropped off the astrophysics course, in astrophysics pi is frequently approximated to one when it suits them. If pressed to explain why they do this, they will wave their hands about and talk about ‘orders of magnitude’ until they forget where they’d got to in the lecture. In fact, a “hand-waving argument” is now accepted to mean one which gets the point across but neatly ignores any of the difficult bits. (When there are outsiders around the word ‘qualitative’ is used to mean the same thing but sound cleverer.)

You probably think quantum mechanics is difficult. And it is, if you want to do it right, but doing things right is too hard for physicists, which is why ‘approximations’ were invented. Entire branches of mathematics have been invented to define exactly which bits of physics can be safely ignored to get answers which are sort-of near the right ones. The approximations, though, usually only work properly for a narrow band of inputs, for example all pendulums are assumed to swing by no more than 10�, and if they swing by any more than this, then the accepted physics governing their motion gets too wrong and stops working. It’s slightly wrong anyway, but not enough to matter very much unless you live in Switzerland and make clocks. Physicists get round this problem by ignoring it. They continue to use approximations that don’t really work at all because it’s easier than working out the correct answer.

The most complicated mathematics we had to do in the first year lab was not working out answers at all but, in fact, working out how wrong our answers were. This involved lots of calculus, a few tiresome rules, and a lot of calculator work. (Eventually they told us that none of this had been shown to be the ‘correct’ way to work out how wrong we were and someone had, in fact, just made it up and it had become convention. Are you spotting a pattern here?) Frequently, our error margins would come out to be rather larger than the actual result, which meant firstly that we could have just said “the answer is zero” and have been closer, and secondly that we had spent four hours experimenting and failed entirely to prove, for example, that gravity does not point up.

In strict fact, of course, pretty much all accepted science you know is wrong. Thanks to relativity and quantum theory we now think we know less about the universe than we thought we knew a hundred years ago. If you have never done degree level science, you probably think that most of the following statements are true:

No matter how long you travel in a straight line, you will never get back to where you started.

An object can only be in one place at one time.
You can stand still.

Your office layout does not affect your lifespan.

You can touch things.

If you rotate any object by 360� it won’t make any difference.

In fact none of those things are true. I will go through each one and leave out important bits of science and get things wrong. But that’s okay, as I think I’ve mentioned.

No matter how long you travel in a straight line, you will never get back to where you started.

This is a common misconception, because it is based on common sense. If you keep going in a straight line, you will arrive back where you started, because space is “finite but unbounded,” “cyclic,” or, to the non-scientists, wraps around like an old one-screen Spectrum game when you get to the end.

An object can only be in one place at one time.

According to quantum theory, a small enough object, say an electron, can be shown to exist in several places at once, until you actually go to the bother of looking at it, when it instantaneously plumps for one place or another and stays there until you start applying forces.

You can stand still.

According to relativity, absolute motion is undetectable (and therefore basically doesn’t exist). If you think about it, you stand on the Earth. the Earth orbits the Sun, which spins around the Milky Way, which is in a moving cluster of galaxies. There is no way to tell, though, if the cluster is moving or not. (We assume it is because its the only assumption that makes sense.) If two objects pass in space, it makes no difference if you say one stays still and the other drifts past. And this is the easy part of relativity. When one of the objects is a beam of light, it doesn’t matter how fast you are moving, you still see it move past you at the same speed.

Your office layout does not affect your lifespan.

This is an interesting one. Relativity says that an object moving quickly experiences time dilation. The very top floor of a tall building is far enough off the ground (and therefore spinning fast enough) that over an average lifespan time dilation effects add up to an extra day. Unfortunately, this has the effect of taking a day from your retirement and distributing it in tiny pieces throughout your office hours. To the ground-level observer, you live a day shorter and seem infinitessimally more tired after a day’s work. You also weigh a little more and are a little thinner, but these effects aren’t culminative so don’t matter so much. Besides, the gravity is lower up there so you probably weigh a little less. I can’t be bothered going through the maths to work it all out.

You can touch things.

Wrong. You can get about a tenth of a micrometre from something. At this point, the electrostatic force between electrons in your skin and electrons in the object is strong enough to move the object and create the illusion of touching it. You only think you touch things for the same reason that balloons are slightly inclinded to stick to walls. It’s probably best not to think about this while kissing. It can only put you off.

If you rotate any object by 360� it won�t make any difference.

I don’t quite understand why, but apparently if you do this to a hydrogen atom, then quantum physics says you have to rotate it another 360� to get it back where it started. That’s crazy to me, but I’m about prepared to believe it since I have accepted that everything else in the list is wrong it seems only rational to question this assumption.

Now that I have shattered your view of the world, I’m going to leave you to go slightly mad on your own. This is why physicist use approximations — the truth is far, far too complicated to be any use to anyone.You can tell if a scientist is lying to you, because they will use one of the following phrases: qualititavely, classically, approximately, to the first approximation, in first order terms, to an order of magnitude, or I’ll have it done by tommorow morning.

The lies are useful even to scientists though. For example, people who have done some science but not that much tend to think the following statements are true:

Nothing can go faster than the speed of light.

Objects cannot spontaneously move of their own volition.

Electrons orbit the nucleus of an atom.

Again, I will explain them all in a quick and oversimplified manner.

Nothing can go faster than the speed of light.

In practice, several things (but mostly light) have been moved faster than lightspeed, and Bell’s Theorem suggests instant effects over almost infinite distances which messes up the whole thing. In fact, no information can travel faster than light, but objects or waves can under the right circumstances.

Objects cannot spontaneously move of their own volition.

It seems logical that things don’t move unless you make them. In fact, Newton declared it a law and if they do the Physics Police come round and arrest them. The interesting thing about quantum theory (well, one of them) is that it says, in effect, “Idunno. You tell me,” and shrugs. In more detail, it says that you can’t predict what any particular particle will do. All you can calculate is how likely different responses are. Then we rely on statistics to do the rest. All science says is that objects are very unlikely to spontaneously move of their own volition, but in theory a very small chance exists that all the particles could simultaneously decide to go the wrong way.

Electrons orbit the nucleus of an atom.

If this were true, the electron would emit radiation and lose all its energy doing so. Then it would spiral into the nucleus and probably combine with protons and the universe would end up as little more than lots of very hot neutrons. In fact, electrons tend to exist as a kind of fuzzy cloud around the nucleus.

I hope I have shown you that almost all science you are taught until you are about nineteen is a lie. Please don’t mention any of this in GCSE lessons. It won’t help matters.

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