It’s the twenty-first century and our accumulated wisdom and knowledge now amounts to greater than that held at the Library of Alexandria itself. And thanks to the British education system, and being brought up in front of the television, I myself am capable of great feats of learning:
I can prove Pythagoras’s theorem as to why the square of the hypotenuse for any right-angled triangle equals the sum of the square of the other two sides.
I can prove that it was actually David Ferrie who popped off old JFK fifty years ago and not the public distraction that was Lee Harvey Oswald.
I can prove that even though the filming for Grange Hill changed location and city over its thirty year run, canonically speaking, the characters still held the line that it nonsensically remained the Comprehensive High School building.
And, with my false Bangkok driving licence, I can prove that I’m over twenty-one.
But yesterday I was staggered with what I was as asked to prove…