So my friend and I were in the pub a couple of days ago. His empty pint glass was on the table between us. As we chatted, the empty glass exploded with a loud boom. Surprisingly few tiny squarish fragments were left on the table, the rest presumably being blown all over the surrounding area. Neither of us was touching the glass, and although it had contained Worthington bitter minutes before, it was empty.

We had been talking about ghosts, too. Woooh. The exploding glass was impressive, but also impressive was the loud and clear swearing my chum embarked upon in the area-wide silence after the bang. He clearly said the F-word and much more.

You can put a man on the moon, but you can’t explain the exploding pint glass, eh, scientists? Unless you suggest it was caused by temperature changes acting on an already faulted/wekened structure within the glass. That I might believe. Or it might have been ghosts. Woooh.