It will rain tomorrow – somewhere.

New Zealand team to win the World Cup. This year or next. Could be rugby, or possibly another sport.

In two days time it will be 3 March 2010.

Tomorrow I will still have no published papers on my theories appearing in any peer-reviewed scientific journal.

John Campbell has guaranteed my next book will be a bestseller.

My bank manager will smile at me next time I see him.

There’s a sucker born every minute. 

If I was a duck I would be saying “Quack quack quack!” right now.