What is time? I don’t know. I mean, I know what It’s Time is – it’s a horrendous album – but I don’t know what time is. And you don’t either. If you think you do, try explaining it to someone, and you’ll immediately hear the ignorance falling stupidly out of your mouth.
Not to worry. Smidge Manly, renowned world expert on railways and Essex, returns once again to the world of science to answer all your questions.
That’s the last in the present series of Smidge on Science. Will he be back? We simply don’t know. Only time will tell.
19 comments on “Smidge on Science: Time”
When I eventually find some loins, I mean time, to watch this it will be the best thing my eyes have witnessed for at least four hours.
You see? That’s the sort of confusion this informative video will iron out. You won’t be confusing time and loins again.
I hope so, I’ve been misusing both for as long as I can remember. I remember asking for the ‘Pork Time’ when I went out for a work meal; that was embarrassing.
Pork time is best saved for a date, not a work meal. As is loin time.
That’s a lot of time. Clearly you’re a master of this. Wait, do ladies have loins?
Everyone has loins. The question is how you deploy them.
I still haven’t watched this. I keep missing ma chance.
Why? Why haven’t you watched this? Haven’t you had… TIME?
I haven’t, I haven’t had the TIME. I had the TIME last night and it slipped my mind.
I may have the TIME to do so tomorrow.
Well, if you ask me it’s TIME you watched it. By now you should have watched it a SECOND time. It only takes a few MINUTES.
I have watched this. I found the TIME to do so and it was TIME well spent.
About TIME too.
I don’t know if you noticed, mate, but I slipped a few “time” jokes into my last few comments. Just for a laugh, mate.
… did you?
It’s okay, I forgive you, and so my leather-bound bunny Barnabus.
Barnabunny? His forgiveness doesn’t come easy. I’ll slip him a sexy carrot later.
… erm yes?
I’m equally amused and disgusted.
Interestingly enough, you are also equally amusing and disgusting. So there’s a nice symmetry there.
Sym-ME-try. It’s all about me.
That is all.