Well, I guess I'll tell what I remember about that evening then.

Steve and me went out to have a single, simple, pint. We're sitting in the pub, quietly discussing the possibility of a weak and strong gravitational force comparable to those nuclear force, when Zack came in. Now, Zack thinks he's a hotshot physicist and mathematician, only those who know him know damned good and well that he's not. He published a couple of articles, yeah, but nothing good, if you follow me.

Anyway, Zack invites himself to our table and starts talking about this new theory of his, that gravity instead of energy is the flip side of mass no matter what Einstein said. Pretty soon, about three pints in, he starts saying that OF COURSE we can know both location and speed of particles because "Heisenberg was a twit." That got Steve pretty riled up and he was about three pints ahead of Zack, so Steve says Zack is so full of shit his eyes are brown, the Uncertainty Principle is basic. Zack throws a glass of bitters into Steve's face and the row was on.

Next thing I know Steve and me are sitting in a cell in the Cambridge Gaol and Zack is next door, screaming that Bohr was wrong, Einstein was an idiot, and only HE knew squat about quantum mechanics. I turned to Steve and said, "Shit, man, that cat's so dense that if he was a hole light couldn't escape."

Steve got this funny look in his eye, grabbed the roll of toilet paper and a pencil and started writing equations and things.

We were released on our own recognizance an hour later, Zack was remanded and eventually served 90 days, and Steve went on to publish what I started him thinking about.

The rest, as they say, is history.