An earthquake shakes the south on curry night

M&S curries are the business. Although Brick Lane in London is the home of a good Bengali meal it is still 20 minutes away. Just two minutes down the road, Marks & Spencer's wins on time saving.
Last night's curry meal had the edge. Our meal was followed by a rare event in the UK: an earthquake in the Midlands actually shook people in their houses. A friend at the epicentre in Dudley thought that it was an attack on London. He waited anxiously was hours afterwards thinking that another tremour would arrive.

Here in London we thought nothing of the sort. We thought it was the curry.

All of which reminds of the contempt I have for seismologists. After failing to warn of that event, and more serious ones to date, you have to ask: what are seismologists for? They can tell you within minutes of a tremour what's happened and how high it measured. But that's it. When thousands perish in Turkey, I rate seismology near the daft end of science. I vote they be banished from the community. "Seismologists save lives". Pure tosh.