Huge Benjamin And His Massive Hands

Standing outdoors in the cold with a pint and me old mucka Mr King for company. To our left is possibly the most famous clock in the world. No, not the one out of Countdown. No, not one of the surreal melted one's that the Dalai Lama painted. No, not the stopped one in Withnail which still tells the right time twice a day. And no, not the one that gets stolen in a 1980 episode of Terry and June, 'Too Catch A Thief' (my personal favourite all-time episode).

No, I'm talking about the grand old thing in London that goes by the name of Big Ben. The one we all lied that our watches were timed by at school in the eighties.

Two things here spring to mind. How can we be sure Big Ben is telling us the right time? And secondly, why is it called 'Big Ben'?

Now, for the later we could just Google the answer, but instead maybe we should do something else? Maybe we should knock on our old neighbour's front door and ask them if they know. They may then invite us in for a cup of tea and tell us other things like how they made soap in their youth or about how they murdered someone in the 50s and how the body has never been found. In this situation though I suggest politely leaving and informing the police at your earliest convenience.