Why didn't the sycamore seed that hit me on the bonce the other day leave me reeling in pain? Surely even such a small object would cause harm at such a tremendous velocity?
Reminds me of the time we were picnicking in the woods near Chateau Chambord. My wife suddenly leapt up, holding the top of her head, howling in anguish and saying something had hit her very hard, causing considerable pain. We came to the conclusion that an acorn had fallen from one of the (very tall) oak trees towering over the picnic area. Ever since, the incident has been described as her 'Chicken Little' moment by our sons.
OK, back on-topic. My bunker is ready in case Sam's worst predication comes to pass. Tickets available at very reasonable rates.