Last week I was quaffing beers with friends at Boat Quay. The night was balmy, beers were cool and crowd non-existent.
Perfect. Except for one little thing…
We got into a heated discussion on what engineering really meant. It was a sight to behold: beer froth spewed, we went at it like dogs chasing their own tails, and threw up a gazillion different scenarios before crawling away for another pint of Guinness.
It was a bizarre yet thought-provoking topic with things like:


