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Published: July 25th 2006
It was the year of our lord, four score and ten ... plus 19 at the front and add 7 at the end. It was 1997 is what Im saying and I was about to go into my final year of my astrophysics with Swahili course at the world renouned East Yorkshire Polytechnic. I was the youngest student in my class having shown at a tender age that I was, in short, a genius. Having proved Einstein was wrong when I was 11, I called into question Newtons ideas about gravity which, after a legal wrangle, is now being largely corroborated by the leading experts in the field.
In addition to my course, I was also captain of the football team, cricket team, rugby team, headboy, prefect and allround general nice bloke. Everyone liked me and when I finally graduated I was invited to a debate with Stephen Hawking and Patrick Moore. I wiped the floor with them. Patricks monocle fell out and Stephen's voicebox was, for once, silenced. Im now being hailed as the new generation of swahili-speaking astrophysicians which, as you may be aware, is a very competitive field.
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Hugh
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You OK?
James. Just had a quick look at your blogs. Are you feeling OK? You know all this travelling can have quite an effect on people. Is it all getting a bit too much?