About quentin

A botanist born exactly 307 years after Thomas Blood disguised as a Priest, stole the Crown Jewels and flattened them with a mallet. After managing to avoid coal mining, I moved down the road from Golborne to become a scientist in Liverpool. Where I am stranded with my Cat, Qimby. I work as a contract laboratory technician growing Crassulacean acid metabolism plants. Which sounds exotic, until you realise its basically turning cookery into statistics. My girlfriend Jennifer thinks I have no idea how the world works. I think I have an accurate idea of how the world works. Hence, this blog. The world is not the way Jennifer thinks it ought to be. My interests are now in currency and technology. I forget birthdays, anniversaries and important events on a regular basis. I remember patterns and lists of useless facts. Which is essentially what boring science is all about. Interesting science is abut what happens to the lists.

I have no idea what happened

Last night I went to bed. Today I was going to write some more about my latest Internet profit idea. Instead I found someone my pages hacked and filled with Latin quotes.

I was drunk last night and do not understand Latin at all. So, logically, that leaves Quimby. This must be what execution by elephant is like. Perhaps this is what comes of being dumped by someone with a fetish for Gingham, Tea Cosies and a bizzare version of the postwar boom years.

So, I left the Latin. Probably describes my shortcomings in some excruciating detail. Probably filled with obscenties. Swearing: it is not big or clever unless it is in Latin.