Yesterday the European Championships of football got under way, and as usual people were straight onto the statistics of rare occurrences. While it might be interesting to have the fastest goal or the youngest player record, saying that something is the third this, or only the fourth time that..., is of far less interest even for those interested in football. I'd like to propose the name of "the Grover effect" for this, after the limerick:
There once was a batsman called Grover, Who scored thirty-six runs in one over! Which had never being done By a clergyman's son On a Sunday, in August, at Dover!
(Bismarck) No, not by a clergyman's son on an August Sunday at Dover but by the great Gary Sir Garfield Sobers on an August afternoon in 1968 at Swansea, off the bowling of Malcolm Nash. Serve 'im right. Bloody South Walians.
They've got another five hundred and fifty to go, this could be quite boring. Spam starting like this is like finding a couple of ants in the kitchen - you know there's going to be more along shortly.
[Raak] Please could you remind me of your email address (obfusc. as necessary). I've largely rewritten my, er, mathematical thing for the Summer of Math Exposition, and I think the new version is significantly more convincing. Even though you never said you'd seen anything wrong with the old one... My offline email database is currently extra-offline thanks to a hardware failure.
[SM] My first is in Richard, and so're the next six An at sign; the next begins kerning, and kicks The next starts elopement, and is most of epee Then the middle of and, and the start of "no way!" That letter once more, and then half of an aa And a "way" to complete it; if you're with me thus far A dot and an org and a dot and an uk And that is the whole of the handle — good luck!
Bonus clue: I'm probably distantly related to these people