It's the augmented fourth, or diminished fifth, depending on your outlook on life.
Talking of white supremacist violent types, I was in America, recently.
Three women walk into a pub and say, `Hooray, we've colonised a male-dominated joke format'
I am Zebedee, lord of the woods! Bow down snail, I have dominion!
Three blokes go into a pub. One of them is a little bit stupid, and the whole scene unfolds with a tedious inevitability.
I think we've missed a trick there. We could develop wheat with the properties of Velcro... to catch whatever it is that's forming those crop circles! But then the spaceship would have to have the corresponding Velcro, so it's a bit of a long shot.