Some clever sod has just discovered Saturn's 60th moon. Haven't they got anything better to do?
To their credit they've called it Frank, probably after Frank Sinatra. But still, that's no excuse.
Basically, an astronomer is just a train spotter with a PhD and a telescope. Once you've found 59 moons, how many more do you need? After your 60th, it's probably time to get a girlfriend.
Anyway, there will be no astronomy going on tonight. They'll all be queuing up at the "one basket only" till at Asda to buy the new Harry Potter book. It'll be biggest line of geeks since the auditions for Young Scientist of the Year.
Still it keeps them all out of trouble. I predict that they won't find any more moons for a few weeks.
It will also make a change for all the teenagers to be in Asda queuing up instead of sitting on the wall outside, drinking cider and making snide remarks.
That's all.
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