I know that certain people in this network will be sad to hear that Humphrey Lyttelton has died . He’ll be sadly missed.
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Devastated. Camden High Street. That’s very sad news indeed, Richard. Lancaster Gate. But thanks for telling me, even though according to the Berlin revisions of the Reykjavik amendment of 1908, green hexagons cannot parse diagonally when precession is negative. Oh, I see what you mean … how about Railway Sidings, Hoxton? Balls Pond Raod. Ooh, very clever. Really ingenious that.
Mornington Crescent!
Now, will everyone please join me in singing the words of Abide With Me – to the tune of South Rampart Street Parade.
Very sad. Some of my happiest moments have been spent home alone in the kitchen, cooking dinner, listening to him on the radio and laughing so hard I could scarcely see the chopping block.
So, the sustained high C# of time has finally been extinguished by the tatty chord of fate.
_ laughing so hard I could scarcely see the chopping block._
Is that why you’re missing three fingers?
Maybe we should have a “Humphry Lyttelton Memorial Lecture” at the conference in August?
Such a lecture would have to be given by four people, each of whom says one word of the lecture, passing it on to the next person, who says the next word, and so on, while the lovely Samantha helps the moderator polish his laser pointer, until the moderator returns and makes a rude noise as of an antique car horn.
Much like Network Nature anyway, then.
Another idea would be to solicit suggestions for Scientists’ Film Club.
Lawrence of Arabidopsis?
Bring me the Gilson of Alfredo Garcia
And we could also to a tag-limerick.
I was running a Sephadex gel…
Sex, Lies and Autoclave Tape
Apoptosis in Venice
Coomassie Blue Velvet
The Cruel LHC
Jim and Francis’s Excellent Adventure
How to Succeed at Bioinformatics without really trying.
The CONSTANS Gardener
It’s a MADS, MADS-box, Mothers-Against-Decaplentaplegia, Multiwavelength Anomalous Displacement World
I was running a Sephadex gel…
when I detected a terrible smell
The Unfalsifiables
Everything You Ever Wanted To Know About The Release Of Calicum From Intracellular Stores But Were Afraid To Ask
The Bourne Hypothesis
Some Like It Hox
Reservoir Blots
Gentlemen Prefer Bonds
The English Patent
All Quiet on the Western Blot
Once upon a time in the Lab
The Postgraduate
The Wiki man
Oh what a lovely quark!
_Oceans 11 (p
Fatal Affinity
From Dusk to Dawn (that one works as is, I feel)
Ice Bucket in Alex
Four Clonings and a Miniprep
Clueless (the Drosophila mutant, of course)
The Fly
Forbidden Plant
Mary Shelley’s Vogelstein
The Ordovician Job
Ammonite at the Opera
Sedimentary, My Dear Watson
Those Magnificent Men In Their Machines That Go ‘Ping’
The Hadron Mass Experiment
Gone with the Wnt
Roman Holliday Junction
I was running a Sephadex gel…
when I detected a terrible smell
I remarked to O’Hara…
I was running a Sephadex gel…
when I detected a terrible smell
I remarked to O’Hara…
Who looked at Beast in a manner
I was running a Sephadex gel…
when I detected a terrible smell
I remarked to O’Hara…
Who looked at Beast in a manner
And said “I see we’re both in the same Hell”
Oh, and
Lamarck of Zorro.
The Sound of Q-bits
MASS
Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Autoclaves
Lord of the (cloning) rings
Not so much a movie franchise, more a way of life.
The Bourne Conjecture
The Bourne Hypothesis
The Bourne Experiment
The Bourne Manuscript
The Bourne Publication
The Bourne Accusation
The Bourne Investigation
The Bourne Falsification
The Bourne Retraction
The Bourne Recrimination
I wonder if there is a way to represent Swanee Kazoo on a blog. Perhaps Bob will know how.
I’m sure One blog to the tune of another is possible.
I don’t know about Swanee Kazoo on a blog (instant messaging is a better medium for that), but Cheddar Gorge is possible. With a little help from my
friendsacquaintancesfellow bloggers.parrrp
Thought so.
Ah, that was the motor horn sound for the end of the round, not an attempt at kazoo.
Samantha has scored, apparently.
I thought that was just her helping you oil your trumpet?
A couple of late entries:
Transposons (“Exons in disguise”)
One ‘flu in the Cuckoo’s Nest
Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Mr and Mrs Merasechainreaction, and their daughter, Polly Merasechainreaction.
And will you welcome, in addition, Mrs and Mrs Monella and their daughter Sal; hotly pursued by Mr and Mrs Smear and their recently ennobled son, Sir Vic L. Smear; not to mention Mrs and Mrs Malmedium and their daughter Minnie. [None of these are original – I shamelessly nicked them from an ex-girlfriend who used to be a microbiologist, and it shows]