Cranfield is where my dad spent a year getting his MBA on Amoco's dime so they could fully switch him from his origins in field work to upper managament. 1976 was a very good year as far as a 14 year old boy was concerned. Long hot summer that year including a summer-camp vacation with sailing etc, a foot and a half of snow that winter (both quite unusual in England), the '76 olympics with Nadia Comaneci, a new goodboy (or goodgirl actually), and in a while 10 new puppies (turns out our goodgirl was the village hoor. ) that made shoes in the back yard a really good idea, seeing Blazing Saddles for the first time when it was shown at the community clubhouse, and my first girlfriend just a couple of blocks away. Mmm, boobies!
this retard spent 6 years to write about science, "those who can't do, become journalists"