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Herewith Shall Be Emplaced the Roll of Honour in which Participants in this Blog are Judged to have made a Contribution that Transcends the Mere Ordinariness of the Merely Ordinary, and, Stepping Forward, receive the Order of the Unicycling Girrafe, and, this having been attained, shall join, in Perpetuity, Eternally and Forever, Whichever Lasts Longest, the Grand Order of the Unicycling Girrafe, and Shall Henceforth be Entitled to Style Themselves as GOOFTUG, Notwithstanding Inasmuch as Which, [Ahem, Clears Throat] ... er ... where was I?
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Norfolk... is a long way away from anywhere, and if I were you, I shouldn't start from here. By the time you get to the outskirts of Cromer, any distinctions between science, beachcombing, social commentary, writing and animal husbandry have started to blur. When the process is complete, you know you've arrived at the End Of The Pier Show. So, welcome. Find somewhere to park your unicycle. Pull up a
girrafechair. Make yourself comfortable.
Monthly Archives: May 2010
We’ve decided – finally – where we’re going for our summer vacation. After much argument, deliberation, cogitation, mastication and prestidigitation, we’ve decided we’ll go to … … wait for it, wait for it … CROMER. If the past couple of … Continue reading
I have been deluged by a request from a Dr S. S. of Lüneberg for more pictures from my visit to China – of fossils, I assume. Now, one can’t just assail one’s readers (either of them) with random fossils. … Continue reading
What is a fossil? Our word ‘fossil’ comes from the Latin verb fodere, which means ‘to dig’. A fossil, therefore, is something that’s dug up. This is a somewhat vague definition, as it could apply equally well to the bone … Continue reading
I’m reading the late Roy Jenkins‘ most excellent biography of Winston Churchill. Now, Churchill was famous for his energy, and for his ability to thunder rumbustiously around having had a very minimum of sleep. The rest of us need some … Continue reading
It will not have escaped your notice that I’ve been away recently, traveling in the Middle Kingdom. Here are the bald facts about my visit. Being, as I am, a longtime scientific editor whose journal has published many scientific papers … Continue reading
The author of the best caption to the following will be deluged with the coveted OOFTUG (Order of the Unicycling Girrafe). I’ve added a caption to help start you off. ‘OK, OK, how about this – you stop banging on … Continue reading
In just over an hour I’ll be leaving the Maison Des Girrafes, bound for China. If my propitiations to the Sons of Muspell and BA Cabin Crew have worked, I’ll get there on Monday morning. I can’t complain – it … Continue reading
It all started when I was a kid. A cousin, a year or so older than me and scion of what I later learned was a very right-on family, termed his own view of the world as ‘intellectual politics’. The … Continue reading
This General Election, like perhaps no other, has been conducted in cyberspace. As a loyal and registered member of the Conservative Party, I’ve been receiving ‘personally addressed’ emails from David Cameron, George Osborne, William Hague and Eric Pickles. I … Continue reading