Like it or not, we’re surrounded by statistics. Car mileage consumption, acceleration rates and comparative top speeds fill advertisements and motor magazines. According to a Greek study, 47% of 2,500 adults were found to be less likely to develop heart disease when closely following a Mediterranean diet. Abdominal aortic aneurysms are six times more likely to affect men than women. We are told that some toiletries can make skin softer with the results proven by 87% of a tiny sample of only a couple of hundred. Our teeth can become whiter and stronger with the validation and recommendation of dentists the world over citing their observed evidence.
Headaches back pain and stomach relief are guaranteed supported by the evidence of clinical test results (or so we are led to believe). We’re even excited when a drumming rabbit outperforms its rivals by 250% because it has a particular brand of battery stuffed in its back and are relieved in the knowledge that one particular lager refreshes the parts that others could not reach.
Let’s face it, we love speed. We like to go that bit faster on motorways, hoping there are no police cars around. We doubtlessly rejoiced when Roman chariots raced around The Coliseum and we glowed with national pride when The Cutty Sark sailed from London to Melbourne in a record breaking 61 days, especially as she had lost the tea clipper race of 1872. This sail powered record persisted as the world welcomed the arrival of steam ships and the route was shortened due to the opening of the Suez Canal.
We were ecstatic when Donald Campbell added the land speed record to his water speed record in 1964. We marvelled at The Flying Scotsman reaching a speed of 100 m.p.h. in 1934 and that The Mallard zoomed from London to Edinburgh, a journey of 352 miles in just 8 hours achieving a top speed of 125 m.p.h. beating the 1936 German world record holder of the day. This summer at The Rio Olympics, we not only want to see Great Britain win gold medals but also see Olympic and world records broken. Continue reading →
Now here’s a virtually true story about a Texan, a teapot and the Yorkshire Moors.
On a baking hot day under the relentless Texas sun, a young boy stood with a clipboard in one hand and a sharp pencil in the other. He was wearing the uniform of a military school Continue reading →