Well said, sir, well said

Me and The Man were just sitting down, discussing flipping of the Earth's magnetic field.

You see, every 100,000 years or so, Earth's magnetic poles "flip" so that what is essentially north pole now, ends up down at Antarctica, and vice versa. I'm not sure if anyone knows, really, why it happens and how it happens, whether they move within a matter of seconds, or whether poles casually wander around for a few years before settling in in their new respective positions; but either way, there's a promise of excitement for everyone involved.

As we were sitting down and discussing this, I said to The Man that it would make for some great photos. Can you imagine a multitude of Northern Lights above a tropical island somewhere, colours up in the sky and palm trees below them? It'd be gorgeous.

To which The Man replied, "Yeah, that and all the homing pigeons who would end up in the Caribbean instead."

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