Well, hold on, Junior. After you left, we found an empty whiskey bottle, glass all cracked, under the body. Now, you know how easy it is. Get a little hooched up, smoke in bed, or maybe a spark from his yard fire ...

But when we come to the winter solstice, we get no more midnight suns: as shown in the figure, all the circle is situated in the shaded portion; hence, again in spite of the Earth's rotation, we cannot get out of the darkness, and we do not see the Sun even at noonday.

[…]I'll break yo neck, I'll crack yo head / I'll wallop you twel I make you think / I'm de patter-roller, you wall-eyed slink!".

The sooner the railway can unshackle itself from DfT the better.