Further to my grump immediately below on the subject of all that junk we keep dumping on Mars, why am I not surprised that this morning all those boffins are sitting around in the super-duper and eye-weepingly expensive 'control centre'(!) sobbing into their coffee cups because their 'baby' will not talk to them! Their 'baby', of course, is the very latest 'techno-whizzie-space-thingie' which cost gazillions of tax-payers' money, and which almost instantly turned into a pile of useless junk along with all the other junk they have sent 'up there' in recent years. If only Steptoe and Son were still around with their horse and cart they could have made a fortune!
My e-pal, Big Henry, takes me to task in the comments to my previous post, for being anti-scientific and even worse for being ungrateful for the marvellous advances since the last century. No, no, Henry, I am deeply, grovelingly grateful for all most of modern scientific inventions but I would remind everyone that the chap who invented penicillin was a bloke in a white coat with a Bunsen burner. Now, I could afford that, indeed, I might even be happy to pay for his salary and pension - and even the gas he used in his Bunsen burner! But these swivel-eyed space fanatics whose great ideas are far in excess of practicality strike me as grown-up 'kiddie-winkies' who think everyday is Christmas!
In fact, thinking back to all this space and astronaut stuff which has cost more than the GDP of most nations, what, exactly and precisely, has it achieved for the benefit of Mankind, as opposed to the careers and wild enthusiasms of the boffins? Apparently, the space-ship that dropped that load of old junk on Mars is now going to continue circulating the planet whilst it tries to smell any farts extruded by microbes which will prove that life exists there. So that should be a great advance for Mankind!