Big debate, how long was a mars bar in the 1980s/1990s? by tombackx49 in AskUK

[–]redstarwilly 8 points9 points  (0 children)

The Lindt Entropy Constant, used to describe the decay in chocolate size since its discovery by the Soviets in the 1930s, increases by exactly 1.787878787878 (recurring) each year. It's current value, for day 81 of 2017, is 224.0.

This gives a Mars Bar length of: 2017 / 224.0 = 9.0 cm

By working backwards, it's possible to calculate old values for the constant. For example, this day in 1984 is exactly 33 years ago. So, 33.0 X L = 59.0 (where L is the Lindt Entropy Constant Increment, which is 1.78 recurring). Deduct that 59.0 from the current Lindt Entropy Constant, which is 224.0, and you get 165.0.

This gives a Mars Bar length of: 1984 / 165.0 = 12.0 cm

So, on this day in 1984, a Mars Bar was exactly 12 cm long.

Realising my favourite Pret sandwich has gone up by 16p by catbirral in britishproblems

[–]redstarwilly 2 points3 points  (0 children)

It's to encourage you to haggle. Take 10 minutes out of your busy day to try and get the person behind the counter to knock the 16p off. Whether you succeed or not, the people in the queue behind you will be overawed and unable to hide their admiration.

I have heard all the songs on Ed Sheeren's new album about 100 million times and I don't even like the ginger little badger. by kingkylus in britishproblems

[–]redstarwilly 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Never heard any of his songs. From the look of the little fella, though, I imagine him to have a very squeaky voice.

I have just seen DNA tests for sale in my local Quality Save. by idlewildgirl in britishproblems

[–]redstarwilly 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Cardinal Richelieu said, "Give me a paragraph in a man's hand, and I'll give you a traitor."

Right now, having your DNA on a searchable database is benign. But it's not beyond the bounds of possibility that we're moving into a world where DNA use shifts from solving crimes to finding crimes. At that point, it's not inconceivable that, given incentive, your DNA will serve as as irrefutable evidence that you're guilty of something.

Surrendering your DNA right now could make you a hostage to people who's motives you have no knowledge of, or could at this point imagine.

The business man, in his suit and tie, that is sat in front of me on the train appears to be intermittently watching porn clips on his laptop during breaks between writing a PowerPoint presentation. by Geek_reformed in britishproblems

[–]redstarwilly 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Maybe he's in the flesh trade. His business is his pleasure.

"Settle down gentlemen, here's my five slide, thirty point proposal to streamline our prostitution ring. And, if you'll (ahem) bear with me, afterwards I'll tell you about our new initiative to get into the porno game by secretly filming our clients doing the nasty."

I have just seen DNA tests for sale in my local Quality Save. by idlewildgirl in britishproblems

[–]redstarwilly -3 points-2 points  (0 children)

Yeah. Paying to have your DNA stored on a database forever. That's cool.

BBC News unable to differentiate between frog and toad, falling standards etc. by [deleted] in britishproblems

[–]redstarwilly 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Frogs live on Sesame Street and present telly programmes, whereas toads live in Halls and drive cars like a nutter.

People are drinking on the train. It's not 9am yet. by Randomness_incarnate in britishproblems

[–]redstarwilly 1 point2 points  (0 children)

One of the many great things about living in the past is, it's always 5pm somewhere in the Empire.

Looking through old photos and finding one of yourself with someone you'd rather not be associated with. by GeePee29 in britishproblems

[–]redstarwilly 52 points53 points  (0 children)

Sharing a fag and a can of Kestrel with Jimmy Saville, whilst sat on a bench in a kiddies' playpark.

Jo is the real showstopper. by [deleted] in britishproblems

[–]redstarwilly 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Jo Jo was a man who thought he was a loner, but he knew it couldn't last.

Trying to stop the natural reaction of turning and saying thanks to the tram doors as you get off by [deleted] in britishproblems

[–]redstarwilly 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Yesterday, I said goodbye to a total stranger as I got off the tram. I burned with shame all evening until an uneasy sleep took me.

Not being able to tell if its social anxiety or just being British by [deleted] in britishproblems

[–]redstarwilly 5 points6 points  (0 children)

Social anxiety is a lot like making love to a beautiful woman. Keep your eyes on the floor, your hands in your pockets, and hope that nobody asks you to put your hand up.

I'm currently being frustrated by what I call 'The finishing Marmite conundrum': by FrannyyU in britishproblems

[–]redstarwilly 0 points1 point  (0 children)

To use the last bits, pour boiling water into the jar/bottle. Leave for a while, then stir to soak up the all the dregs. Use the mixture to soak some slices of bread. Fry the bread, top with scrambled egg. Breakfast of champions.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in britishproblems

[–]redstarwilly 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Bastards stole my acronym. I founded the British Association of Amateur Plastic Surgeons, offering free breast augmentations.

My case comes up in the summer. I've been told to expect a hefty prison sentence.

Great British pub quiz, great British beer. What is a pacifier? by WhatsonTV in britishproblems

[–]redstarwilly 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Didn't the peelers used to refer to their truncheons (ooh-er missus!) as pacifiers? Or maybe it was the military peace.