So, chemistry. Hardly remember any. Teacher was a short chap with specs and a hair-cut from the 1940’s who I don’t remember speaking to me once. I think he mostly bonded with boys. Co-valent bonding, no doubt. The chemistry swots were speccie geeky chaps who averted their eyes from us girls and already liked chemistry and physics.
Although I was mad keen on biology, I made no sense of the hieroglyphics that this teacher scrawled all over the blackboard. It might as well have been ancient Egyptian.
I felt it was a knowledge gap that I should attempt to address so I got a ticket to ‘Chemistry – a Volatile History’ – a talk at the Cheltenham Science Festival. I thought it might put chemistry in perspective at last; make sense of the carboys of noxious stuff that my bonkers uncle used to keep in the kitchen cupboards at my nan’s house and mix up on her kitchen table.
The talk, I thought, would mostly be about the Periodic Table and the latest additions…strontium, observium, obsequiem, unhingedium, ununpronouncium..that kind of thing.
Such was the aridity of my school chemistry lessons that I completely overlooked the possibility of Experiments.
The venue was a tent aptly named the Crucible. As I took my seat, a tall thin guy with specs and clear safety glasses pushed high on a forehead positively bulging with brain was crawling around on stage fussing and fiddling with the connections to a big gas cannister. An array of flasks, tubes and holders were laid out on a covered table above him. This was Andrea Sella, a chemist from UCL. He wore terrible shapeless old jeans and aged loafers and had a giant clamp easily big enough to restrain, if necessary, his fellow presenter, physicist Jim Al-Khalili. I was on the edge of my seat already. Things looked as if they might get interesting.
Andrea began by admitting he had a huge chip on his shoulder about the poor showing his pet subject gets on TV and how declaring he was a chemist was a dead-cert conversation killer.
Chemistry is just magic with explanations, I decided, watching demonstrations of how cinnabar can be heated to produce mercury – playing with mercury being just about the only thing I remember that was fun at school. They talked about alchemists’ attempts to make gold by boiling up urine and how that led to the discovery of phosphorus.
“If it stinks and burns, it’s chemistry – if it doesn’t work, it’s physics,” quipped Andrea settling up a portable bunsen burner with a huge leaping flame that wouldn’t have been out of place on an oil platform. Bear in mind this was inside a tent.
As I was looking around to decide which of my near-neighbours’ laps I would have to climb over to make my escape from the ensuing conflagration and general terror, he got a pea-sized crumb of phosphorus to burn with a ghostly white light in a giant glass flask. I heard myself emit a small “Woo!”
They talked about Sir Humphrey Davy of Miner’s Lamp fame discovering potassium. Andreas said every schoolboy wanted to get their hands on a kilo of potassoium and drop it into a river. It was an experiment he and Jim had done – with a spectacularly violent reaction; first a ripple and then molten potassium liquid dancing about on the water surface giving off coloured smoke. Every party should have some.
Things got hairy again when Andrea, who by now was really warming to his tasks, started setting fire to hydrogen balloons which exploded into balls of orange flame. I calculated that it would probably be ok to trample the 12-year-old in my haste to get climb over the side of the stairs and drop to safety but maybe not his 5-year-old brother.
Sadly I wasn’t close enough to the front to handle the flask containing a litre of mercury. It was handed to people so they could feel the weight of it – 22 pounds – but I was scandalised by the pointless experiment attempting to burn diamonds – each diamond cost £2,000 or more from Hatton Garden. It was at that point I realised these guys really were certifiably mad. Shocking waste when good homes could have been found for those gems. Thankfully they failed to burn – the beast of a bunsen burner was just not hot enough.
But lo and behold they did actually get on to the Periodic Table. The big news is that element 112 has been confirmed as Copernicium – named after Copernicus but unfortunately 500 years too late for him to appreciate it.
Andrea waded into the realms of alpha partticles and the alpha decay chain, protons and neutrons and I was floundering mentally, not having a pal at my side to whom I could whisper “Woss he mean by that?” The guy who was next to me was a mass of nervous exciteability. It took twenty minutes for his knee to stop going up and down. One word from me might trigger another fidget-fest so I kept schtum.
I love kids at these talks. They are high quality children, the ones who ask questions at the Science Fest in their BBC accents. One enquired “Why do you need to find heavy elements?”
“Because it’s fun,” replied Andreas, and to be fair, did follow that up with an explanation that the kid understood perfectly but frankly, made me check my watch.
He said he was very fortunate to work in a research institution because it was such fun and revealed what I always suspected – that a lot of scientists remain true to their inner child, playing with expensive toys “to try and find out why stuff is.”
He talked about combustion reactions and grinned a worrying grin.
“Hey, we have to end with a fire don’t we?”
How I wished he’d been my teacher or I’d had his babies or both.
“Remember how they gave you test tubes like this at school?”
He held up a hand to indicate about four inches.
“Well at University, those of us on the staff get these babies…” and he brandished a test tube five feet long. Yes, there were gasps. And not just from me. So that’s what the giant clamp was for.
I scribbled the recipe in case I could reproduce it at home for DT man. First, take your nitric oxide, put it in a test tube and add carbon disulphide. Brown smoke starts happening. Now cork your tube.
You put your safety glasses on and stick a lighted wooden spill into the mix and hey presto – a sudden explosive “BLOOP” and a bright blue glowing tube!
Delia’s Victoria Sandwich was never this exciting. I was starting to understand why Uncle Al’s noxious mixtures on the kitchen table had been so much more alluring to him than whipping up a nice quiche. Early photographers used the blue ‘flash’ to take indoor snaps of Queen Victoria.
Andrea did it again and talked about electrons pairing up to release energy but quite frankly I was too busy listening for the ‘bloop’ and trying to figure out what exactly was going on in the test tube filled with light of the most wondrous Blue.
I’d like to see it again, close up. Probably easy to re-create in the comfort of one’s own home for the delight of close friends and family. I’m just not sure in which aisle I might find the carbon disulphide at Sainsbury’s…
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Very nice piece Jan. I never had a chemistry teacher who was able to catch my interest in the same way that other teachers were. Oity, really.
Try the pharmacy?
Lovely lots of experiments. One of the chem teachers at the boys school is renowned for explosions: it certainly gets the kids on board!
Chemistry never caught my imagination either. I did, however, learn enough to make a really vile smelling concoction from the chemicals on the bench – they really were left lying around then! That was extremely useful when we had to use the chemistry lab for Latin lessons – that particular teacher would pronounce that no one could work in such a ‘stink’, cancel the lesson and storm off to complain to the Chemistry teacher.
I loved Chemistry at school; I was fascinated by the periodic table and the thought of all these elements banging into each other and merging.
To this day, when I’m trying to interest bored, disillusioned 16 year old lads with the mechanics of learning French vocabulary, I find that referring to the periodic table works, if they’re bright.
‘What’s the periodic symbol for silver? Right. Now what’s the French word for money…?’
Or, ‘What’s the French word for lead? And what’s the periodic symbol for that…?’
ANd sometimes, just sometimes, their eyes light up and they say,’Oh yeah…’
“Andreas said every schoolboy wanted to get their hands on a kilo of potassoium and drop it into a river.” A relatively minor amusement. But chucking a lump of potassium over the dividing wall into a blocked urinal in the Form 4 toilets, now that was funny.
Nice piece. In my day there were only 103 elements. Now they have 114. Bloody inflation.
We had to learn the first 20 elements in first year chem, Form 1, and so developed a sort of mnemonic. I still know them.
H,He,Li,Be,B,C,N,O,F,Ne,Na,Mg,Al,Si,P,S,Cl,Ar,K,Ca.
The only use for that knowledge these days is in pub quizzes.
Bearsy, Lehrer was brilliant. I was given a box set of his work a few years back but it was lost stolen or strayed. Poisoning Pigeons in the Park, is another of his greats.
As I have got a degree in chemistry, I can but sing the praises of it. All of my chemistry teachers at school were really interesting, especially the one who tried a new hair cream, then did an experiment with chlorine. It turned his hair green for a week. My best teacher of all was actually a lady, and this was in a boys only grammar school. She was really inspiring and had a wicked sense of humour. She made little “mistakes” that everyone thought hilarious, but we all realised later were absolutely deliberate.
My favourite one was when she was showing us how to concentrate a solution by boiling off some of the solvent. She said, and I quote, “I find I always get more satisfaction using a boiling tube rather than a test tube.”. Anyone who knows about such things realised that a boiling tube is much longer and thicker than a test tube, and so you can imagine a class full of teenage boys bursting into laughter.
Hi Bravo. Yup, shame isn’t it when the subject has so many fertile possibilities, as Pseu’s boys’ teacher demonstrates! *Love* the sound of your chemistry teacher, FEG – she sounds both inspirational and savvy!
Boadicea,I think those days are over when you could just concoct and combine. Kids these days aren’t even allowed to play with the deadly poison, mercury! Nannying, I call it. 😉
Claire, I like your style combining elements (geddit?!) that will spark the kids’imagination. You have one of the hardest jobs but you always sound as though you are really into it. Iss good. 😀
Classic, Sipu! Brilliant jape.
Bearsy! Excellent clip, thanks! I’ve only heard that once before aeons ago.
You make me laugh, Janh!
I believe it’s illegal for schools to actually store anything below potassium in that particular column of the periodic table – certainly the most dangerous one, something beginning with F, as I recall – because of the explosion risks.
Very amusing, Jan.
Now I know why daughter No2 chose A’Level chemistry and refused to have anything to do with cooking!
A great and fun read Jan. Much appreciated. We had a chemistry teacher by the name of Nutkin. he looked like a stick-insect, but he was popular with the kids as he was cheerful and sprightly. I remember him washing his hands at the sink as if he was a surgeon. Very thorough.
Hi Jan – a friend just passed me the link to your lovely post. Shame you didn’t get to hold the mercury. I eventually went to the Talking Point and passed it round.
And yes, the diamonds – it does seem a shame, but if I’d set up my USB microscope you would have seen that they are no use to man or beast – a jeweller in Hatton Garden checked them out for us and said they were useless for anything other than bashing down into polishing powder. Shame the regulator on the gas let me down. They burn spectacularly.
There’s always next year.
Well, well, welcome Andrea – might we look forward to some posts on chemistry?
Gulp. Hi Andrea . Oh well, you didn’t mention they were crappy diamonds. That changes everything. Definitely not worth trampling a child for.
Ok so you’ll be spectacularly burning diamonds next year and I can definitely hold the mercury?
That’s a date, then. 🙂
I had planned to say that they were diamonds left over from the extreme high pressure experiments we do using diamond anvil cells. In my nervousness I may have forgotten. Dunno if I’ll be burning diamonds next year. I’m pondering what to do at the moment. I’m kind of wondering about doing a show about meringues……
But I’ll make sure I bring my pet jar of mercury. I’ll be passing it around on Monday. And I’m taking it to Bristol some time in January.
😉
A
Oh right. So you used those diamonds to squash stuff between them very hard indeed measuring quite a lot of gigapascals? Diamonds are my favourite kind of carbon.
Yes! Do meringues! A pal of mine who moved to Denver said she couldn’t buy decent cheese or make decent meringues. Something to do with the altitude but she couldn’t figure out what (the meringues not the cheese. The cheese is just terrible processed stuff). No doubt you can explain. There will be an explosion or two though, right? Meringue and whipped cream everywhere. Can’t wait. 😀
Actually, I was thinking. That’s been done. Exploded meringue, cream, fruit. It’s called Eton Mess. But you could do your own version and serve it up to the audience! Make Heston Blumenthal dead jealous.