This ~20-minute piece is about a Babylonian map - the oldest in the world - Written and inscribed on clay in Mesopotamia around 2,900-years-ago, it is, like so many cuneiform tablets, incomplete. However, the wizard, errr... Mr. Finkel and a particularly gifted student of his — Edith Horsley — managed to locate a missing piece of the map

This heatwave is no joke. It's gone beyond "unbearable" and entered the realm of the downright absurd. We're talking scenes straight out of a fever dream (or maybe a particularly spicy episode of "Hot Ones").

The Taps Run on Steam: Forget refreshing showers. Turning on the tap releases a plume of scalding steam, perfect for that in-home sauna experience you never wanted.

The Great Bucharest Beer Shortage: Craft beer, the lifeblood of hipsters and expats alike, is dwindling faster than your patience. At this rate, the entire middle class could vanish in a craft beer-fueled mirage within three days.

Forget kilts and haggis (although, let's be honest, they're pretty great too), it's time to delve into the real reason Scotland's so darn interesting: their brains! Yes, you read that right, brains. Apparently, according to a hefty tome titled "The Scottish Enlightenment" by Arthur Herman, there was a whole era where Scots weren't just battling sheep for the best hillside real estate, they were also battling big ideas.

The echoes of last year's visit are still lingering, like the faint strains of a lone bagpiper battling the wind. But this time, I come armed …

Bucharest witnessed a tale of two bands. Coldplay, the pop veterans clinging to their youthful optimism, and The Smile, the brooding newcomers offering a dose of reality. It's a choice, folks: do you want your music to be the soundtrack to a bouncy castle or a deep existential crisis? At least I know where I stand.

The year was 1986, the Iron Curtain a looming presence. I was just six years old, trapped in a world of carefully curated reality. Propaganda droned from the single state-sanctioned radio station, and television flickered to life for only a few hours each day. Yet, within the confines of our small apartment, a revolution was brewing. My parents, yearning to expose me to a world beyond the grey monotony, procured a peculiar radio – a contraband Kasprzak, its name a whisper from a Polish lady's hushed transaction. Unlike its bland counterpart, this radio held a secret power: the ability to capture whispers from beyond the Iron Curtain. Bulgaria, Austria, sometimes even Germany, their faint signals crackled through the static, a symphony of forbidden sounds that promised a world waiting to be discovered.

My current media diet is a glorious mess, a chaotic buffet of genres that would leave any die-hard cinephile scratching their head. First up, I'm three seasons late to the party with "Slow Horses." Apparently, the world of disgraced MI5 agents relegated to paperwork purgatory is FASCINATING. Who knew the most thrilling part of espionage could be arguing over stapler preferences? The struggle is real, though. Here I am, desperately trying to avoid spoilers online while simultaneously fumbling to explain to my friends why I haven't seen a single episode yet. It's a constant dance – one wrong click and BAM! I know Gary ends up knitting a sweater for Jackson (or was it the other way around?).

As I'm writing this, Season 3 of Clarkson's Farm has already wrapped, leaving behind a trail of mud, shattered dreams of goat-powered bramble removal (turns out those little buggers were more interested in Jeremy's nether regions than landscaping!), and a vocabulary that would make a sailor blush. But hey, the fun, lighthearted bucolic atmosphere, with all its ups and downs, has burrowed itself deep into my brain. Let's just say, Diddly Squat farm has become my happy place (even if happiness often involves watching Jeremy chase rogue sheep across a field while dodging a hoof to the groin – multitasking at its finest!).

Believe it or not, as you're reading this, parts of Europe, including Romania, are experiencing a spectacular display of the Aurora Borealis – the mesmerising Northern Lights dancing across the night sky! Witnessing this celestial ballet is a humbling reminder of the wonders that lie beyond our planet.

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So, yeah, forget the nightclubs, folks! Gather ‘round and prepare to have your mind blown (or at least mildly impressed). We're about to delve into the dazzling world of the Northern Lights, also known as Aurora Borealis. Forget the boring science textbooks – we're going to crack this celestial code with a lighthearted approach, a bit of history, and maybe a touch of pop culture thrown in for good measure. The real light show is happening right outside our atmosphere: mesmerising Northern Lights dancing across the night sky, this is nature's own disco party. Put aside "majestic, irregular lights" – think cosmic strobe effects and neon curtains rippling across the sky in a dazzling display of pinks, greens, and purples.

Imagine a man so obsessed with the stars, so utterly convinced of his own brilliance, that he builds a whole island fortress crammed with telescopes and sundials. A place he christened Uraniborg, which roughly translates to "Sky Castle" in Danish. Now, "castle" might conjure up images of valiant knights and damsels in distress, but Uraniborg was more like a scientific lair, complete with astronomical instruments and... a perpetually inebriated elk. Let's just say, Tycho Brahe's dinner parties were likely lively affairs, fuelled by celestial discourse and the occasional wayward hoof.

The Gone World is a must-read for anyone who enjoys a good sci-fi mystery with a generous helping of mind-blowing twists and a touch of cosmic horror. It's a book that will stay with you long after you finish it, leaving you pondering the true cost of tampering with the delicate fabric of time.

[…] The scenery was, as expected, breathtaking. Rolling hills kissed the clouds, sheep multiplied like adorable, fluffy tribbles (trekkies rejoice!), and the air itself smelled vaguely of single malt and adventure. However, amidst all this picturesque perfection, a nagging question began to gnaw at my brain: was this tranquility all it seemed? Little did I know, my quest for tartan-clad authenticity was about to take a sharp turn into the hilariously demonic.

In our previous explorations of the Venerable Bede, we delved into his life as a scholar and his lasting impact on historical and theological studies. Today, we embark on a journey through Bede's other remarkable pursuits, venturing into the realms of science, art, and a fascinating concept known as "rhizomatic thinking."

We left off with a tantalising glimpse into Bede's revolutionary calendar system – a marvel of timekeeping that would put even the most sophisticated modern contraptions to shame. And let's not forget the breathtaking Lindisfarne Gospels, those illuminated masterpieces that could make even a grumpy dragon crack a smile (or, perhaps, breathe a particularly magnificent plume of fire in awe).

[…]And so, dusting off my drinking horn now, for in this second tale of my imagination raid, I shall delve into the life and legacy of the Venerable Bede – a figure who, though far from simple, somehow managed to leave an indelible mark on history, arts, and sciences, particularly in the English-speaking world (and beyond, but let's not brag). There will be tales of scholarship, of illuminated manuscripts so intricate they'd make a Valkyrie swoon, and of a man who, despite living centuries ago, still manages to teach us a thing or two about unleashing the power within. Skål! (carefully puts beer mug aside)

[…] perhaps it was the lure of nostalgia, or maybe the vivid memories of a documentary I watched just last year. That documentary with the ever-voluble Waldemar Januszczak delved into the opulent treasures of Irish Christian monasteries, showcasing a particular gem that left me speechless – the Lindisfarne Gospels, ablaze with intricate artwork that seemed to whisper forgotten stories across the centuries. […] the realisation became clear: this wasn't just about video games or historical artefacts; it was about uncovering the threads that connect seemingly disparate realms, weaving a tapestry of knowledge that transcends time and space.

Two episodes in, and I’ll be brutally honest: I'm not a fan. Masters of Air, attempting to follow in the footsteps of the iconic Band of Brothers, is like trying to imitate a masterpiece with a handful of crayons. While Band of Brothers had us emotionally invested in its characters, Masters of Air introduces us to cardboard cutouts straight out of a particularly uninspired children's book. These pilots are so smug that even Maverick and Goose would suggest they take a chill pill.

Ever been hit with a fact so mind-bending it made you question reality? Picture this: a re-read of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy led me to a quip about sharks being older than the North Star – a statement that not only tickled my funny bone but also sparked a journey down an unexpected rabbit hole. It got me thinking: What if I compiled a list that not only entertains but also raises an eyebrow or two? Enter a collection of curiosities…