THE likes of Bill Cosby, Donald Trump, Harvey Weinstein and now Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh are uncomfortably discovering that what may have gone down a long time ago can still inconveniently ooze from the tomb.
Only Cosby's case has so far had the full court treatment, but the others' respective sagas are also sweaty-palm reminders of how worms can turn and inconveniently re-emerge from the woodwork.
Of course, the ooze needn't be all bad. Take Tiger. Many had him long dead and buried, interred in a grave partly energetically dug by himself. But, Terminator-style, next thing he's back up-and-running, with mass fan hysteria not seen since the days of Rudolf Valentino.
Then there's the Endeavour – Cook's ship for the first of his epic Pacific jaunts in 1768-69. They reckon they've found it quietly snoozing in the mud somewhere around Rhode Island, scuttled in 1778 during the American War of Independence. It, too, may soon be resurrected from its gloopy grave.
And then there's also the Erebus. Shivers still run down the spine when we hear the name, images of doomed airliners and volcanoes springing to mind. What usually doesn't come to mind is the origin of the volcano's name. It was named after the flagship of Capt. James Clark Ross, who – supported by HMS Terror – led the first expedition to sight the Antarctic continental land mass in 1841.