This is the best time of year of xenobiologists, if they just knew it. The stuff that festers in my sinuses during the hay fever season could set a man up for life in their profession. So on Saturday, a blazing hot day, I took myself and all these trillions of repulsive bugs to Grafham. It’s well known that fishing cures hay fever.
There, as I had been meaning to do all along, I pounced on the last remaining Powell rod in the bargain bin. I did not spent these