One of the highlights of my week is watching QI on tv on Thursday. It’s a quiz show hosted by Stephen Fry and the questions are absurdly difficult, but the answers incredibly enlightening in a font of useless knowledge sort of way.
For example, last night I learned that Charles Dickens invented the word boredom in his novel, Bleak House. That ozone smells of geraniums (assuming you could breath 15 miles up), that when you say ‘abso-bloody-lutely’ you are indulging in tmesis and that when light hits sodium at -272 degrees it only travels at 38 mph. Hey, you could turn out the light and be in bed before it goes dark!
Can’t think how I’ve managed to get by for so long without knowing that.
BTW, if the title of this post is confusing, it is northern English dialect for ‘Who would have thought it’, a favourite saying of Alf, a regular in the pub we frequented pre-children. Another repository of arcane wisdom, among other things he taught me how to balance six 6″ nails on the head of another. Actually, I think he managed twice that number. I hope he’s well.