ippy,
Not far from where I live is an abandoned railway line called the Flitch Way that we cycle along sometimes. The tracks have long since been removed, but lots of the Victorian station infrastructure is still there, including one with food served from the old booking hall and tables and chairs set out along the platform.
The people there enjoying their beans on toast and mugs of tea will catch a train sooner than Vlad answers a question.
I assume the beans on toast are served silver service, and the spoon is on a silver chain unlike the string in most of the cheep places I use.
I think Vlad knows he can't answer because of some investment he has in his supposed beliefs, he is finding it hard to give way in print to his investment in fallacies, maybe this would effect his social life in some way, but then I'm trying to be charitable.
Then there are cases like A B as well? Where did all of his lot come from?
I'm thinking of taking Sparky seriously, recently had the kitchen rewired with those double usb sockets, so I'm dynamic electrical energy ready for it.
Know the place well by the way, Mmmmm baked beans on toast.
Do you remember the road across the runway at that well known airport the one with traffic lights to hold up drivers when there were planes taking off, long gone now?
ippy