Good work guys
Have one on me. (not the Vacuum frozen kind though, unless the alternative is Carling)
It's official: The stirring motto for our audacious Low Orbit Helium Assisted Navigator (LOHAN) ballocket mission is Ad Astra Tabernamque. The public vote came down firmly in favour of us heading both to the stars and the pub, and we're not going to argue with that. Per Cervisiam Ad Astra ("Through Beer To The Stars") and …
so lager, nasty fizzy ciders (cidres) are out. Wonder about a nice mug of scrumpy. (Would we get calvados?)
Best use for the fruit machine and other nonsense is ballast and drop it to plummet back to earth.
Darts could be fun as would dominoes as played in certain quarters which is far removed from the genteel game seen in some pubs.
And judging by the general lack of aim found in many pub gents, the urinals would also be interesting.
Captain DaFt, the reconstructed classical Latin pronunciation would be [tɐ.bɛrˈnɐm.kwɛ] (or approximately “tuh-bear-NUM-kweh” in English phonetics, where “tuh” sounds like tub without the letter B, “bear” is rhotic (with an audible R — as pronounced in North America), and “kweh” sounds like quell without the letters L). I think that it would have the same pronunciation in ecclesiastical Latin, in case you feel a hymn coming on.
I would expect it's probably a motto most easily pronounced after it's applied, ie after launch, retirement to pub and imbibing of several pints of non-stratospheric ale...
Or at least doing so would suitably increase the merriment of your audience when you did attempt it.
I put a bottle of Champagne in the freezer once to cool it down quickly but then forgot about it.
When we opened the freezer door we were amazed to see the bottle had exploded, but had not fallen apart, so there were bits of glass on the end of tendrils of frozen champagne, a snapshot of the explosion if you will.
It was beautiful and well worth the financial loss involved.
I wish I had gotten pics of it, just like I wish I'd gotten a pic of my old dog's 'sparkle-shit'.
She sneaked into the bathroom and ate a bar of lush soap (non-foaming thank God) - one of those bars shaped like a scarab beetle and full of sparkle dust.
I was on dog-shit patrol in the garden and it was a sunny day when I saw what, in retrospect, was a work of art. A wonderfully formed string of dog-poo that was shimmering in the sunlight like some kind of Damien-Hurst beating Turner prize. Oh how I wish I had frozen that and put it in to an exhibition - I reckon it would win hands down! :D So although you can't polish a turd, it turns out you can at least make it shine!
Poul Anderson wrote the seminal beer-in-space story, published in 1958.
It was his collaborator Gordy Dickson who wrote the seminal bear-in-space stories. Don't confuse them.