I've had flu. Snotty, miserable, neck achey, chest hurting, plasticine-shitty flu. Which is why I havn't posted much. Today, I'm a bit better, so here is the news:
Willard Price, author of the "Adventure" books which sustained me through a particularly disjointed period of my childhood was a spy...
Boffins make sperm - something which (without wishing to brag) I've been able to do for ages....
Maths as the universal language - not sure about this, although am sure that Glenn particularly would have something to say about it - my brain is too clogged with virii particles...somebody tell me what to think...
