Just after 06.30 BST today, the years of intense labour, scientific genius, engineering mastery and just plain old "ant and rubber tree" fortitude, culminated in the successful landing of a remote multi purpose research vehicle (MSL) on the surface of
what may well become the planet of choice for the continued survival of the human race WHEN Earth has finally given up all it's dwindling assets.
It begs the question...should migration to the Red Planet become not only a reality but a necessity, who would be selected as the first "worthy" candidates for the ultimate salvation ?
Those without a LORD, SIR or DAME, or a collection of assorted initials before their name will need NOT apply. Neither will those who don't feel the need to wear dark glasses at midday and mumble in an incoherent Gaelic/English/Narcotically induced form of subhuman communication...and maybe those who can't steer a rowing boat across a lake either...or those whose sole biking exploits run to the daily trip to work and back...perish the thought !
There may well be an urgent requirement for 'spearchuckers' especially if Mars is found to be inhabited by a tribe of mutant carnivorous pork chops, maybe even a few 'dinnerplate' heavers, just to please the Greek contingent.
All the above talents (and a myriad others) should prove indisputedly invaluable on an alien planet, I'm sure !
The present day Honours System is fast becoming a global joke as many of you will agree, and how long before we hear of Lord Tinky Winky of La LaLaville (oh oh) ? NOT as silly as it sounds judging by the elevation of comparative nobodies to the upper echelons of society in recent years !
TooRoo
