Three strikes and you’re locked out

Despite a brief flirtation with American Football in the 90’s, I’ve never been able get on with American sports. They are just well… a bit dull. Despite my indifference to the sports themselves, their terminology – and specifically “three strikes and you’re out” – has impacted my life and yours in a surprising way.

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I don’t know how to fowad

My colleague in the Security Group at Cambridge (David Chisnall) recently sent around a link to an article highlighting some of the historic failings of MI5.

The description of the internment of Iraqi students at the start of the first Gulf war, jogged my memory about a rather bizarre experience I had when doing work experience at Warwick University around this time.

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