Anyway I was getting sick of his shit when I noticed something. Thanks to our shared inbox, I’d been signing all communications as “Nicole”
“The King’s life is moving peacefully towards its close,” was the final notice issued by George V’s doctor, Lord Dawson, at 9.30pm on the night of 20 January 1936. Not long afterwards, Dawson injected the king with 750mg of morphine and a gram of cocaine – enough to kill him twice over – in order to ease the monarch’s suffering, and to have him expire in time for the printing presses of the Times, which rolled at midnight.
…three of the Queen’s last four prime ministers were born after she came to the throne.
nové nórske bankovky majú zaujímavé druhé strany (celé sú s morskou tematikou)
The common element in all of this is knowing how to tell a story. Contrary to popular misconceptions about science and technology, a good piece of technical work is not a disembodied sequence of formulas and calculations, but rather is part of a narrative that has a long plot line and a large cast of characters.
11:57:30 – the doomsday clock
There have been moves from five to six minutes before, to which this is proportional. Also, the clock was at 11:57; it’s only been at 11:58 once before, after the US and Soviet Union did thermonuclear tests in close temporal proximity in 1953. So unless they want to say it is literally the worst it has ever been, two and a half minutes to midnight it is.