It was once mentioned to me by an English teacher at school that they were surprised by the content of a piece of homework I had written. It was remarked that my written word was far more advanced than my other forms of communications. By this she meant my mouth. I will never forget that… Continue reading The Art of the Written Word
I first wrote this article when they found Beagle2, the Mars probe that crashed. There it was, the main probe largely intact, and a load of debris spread across the Martian landscape like the residue of family picnic after a nice day in the sun. Of course, not all families leave the rubbish behind, but… Continue reading Why do I worry about all the space junk?