I have recently been watching the repeated BBC Four documentary series The Atom.
I am not a geek by the way.
When I was at school I was always interested in science, but there was no money or chicks in it, so I gave it up at GCSE level. This was almost immediately after my Biology teacher showed me a pickled baby in a jar. This was during a lesson and in front of the other children, not part of some sort of one-on-one after-class punishment, it was not that sort of school.
It was a real baby though, I kid you not. She claimed the baby would have been older than us had it lived, but someone (another blogger of some repute) who was taught by the same teacher a few years earlier, does not remember the pickled baby. This is not something you forget, so he must have been off the day they brought the preserved foetus out to play.
Anyway, the presenter of The Atom was describing the world of Physics in the 1920’s and 30’s, and how one physicist in particular, whose name escapes me, had become known as something of a party boy and a womaniser.
This is does not strike me as correct. A nerd? With women? The life and soul of parties?
I can sort of understand why he said it. I mean, he is presenting a programme about his vocation, so it makes sense that he is sexing it up a bit. So, making it seem like it was lab coats by day and labia by night might result in him getting a bit of reflected glory. Or an invite to at least one party.
I do wonder though if I made a massive career error in not following the sciences into University? Would a thorough knowledge of protons neutrons and atomic weights have guaranteed me more poontang?
* Yes, I drafted this entire post in an effort to incorporate the word ‘poontang’.