The World Cup

I still got that childhood assumption that they'll have covered death by the time I get there. They've designed a sandwich with three bits of bread in it. These guys, they can plough incredible stuff. Can you imagine the admin as they go into that? Even Frank Sinatra's own ghost doesn't know the difference. It turns out the boffins are the ultimate procrastinists. Could it not be argued, Henry, that scientists have been spending much too much time on all this stuff? It's rather bad. Living for everything.