I had an interesting conversation this afternoon with a colleague who disputed the existence of the concept of terminal velocity.
He'd never heard of it before, and was adamant that I was, therefore, simply trying to wind him up and make him look silly.
I've come to the conclusion that he doesn't need my assistance in order to look silly. But, still, it makes me wonder about exactly how seriously he takes me: am I really that much of a wind-up merchant?
Answers on a postcard, please; and two random entrants will be selected to win a brand new tank and a trip to Venus on a flying pony.
