Thank you, Chris Rowan, for abandoning us all for Scotland and then coming back to rub it in. This improved my mood instantly:
Yeah, that would 6-8 hundred million year-old diamictite he's standing next to. Is it a sign that you're seriously addicted to geology when you look at something like this and literally start to drool?
Then the bastard had to tell us how he went off and had some famous Scottish whiskey. I may have to someday follow in his footsteps. Who's with me?