Sweethearts, I am in awe of myself. I was given four choices as to the correct formula for methane and I scored bulls eye. I hope you are duly impressed. And if any of you run a chemistry lab and looking for staff I am more than happy to blow up the place. A price well worth paying for having me on your pay roll.
I don’t do cross word puzzles or quizzes other than in idle moments when, perversely, I want to prove to myself that I know nothing. Or rather: When I want to confirm a long held suspicion of mine that I know very little indeed. Which makes most my ticks guesses. Educated guesses – but guesses nevertheless. There is something peculiarly satisfying to still score high. Foam over substance.