You Arse

That's me sorted for this weekend's dodge-the-satellite game then.

Despite being on the very fringes of the drop zone I'll be making sure no NASA knackered bits landing on my napper knock over my Merlot whilst I'm watching some Old Grey Whistle Test repeats on the telly later. Getting some funny looks mind you.

I think the whole project was always doomed to fail anyhow - I'm sure the bright sparks over at NASA had a really good giggle when they named the 6 tonne satellite UARS. Lets hope tonight it doesn't knock anyone flat on theirs.