Oh Jane, tha'll be reet.

Ruin a book with a car:
Nineteen eighty ford

The saddest painting I've seen for a while. 10 children and only 2 are engaging, and that's over a game of chess. None has eye contact, most are looking down. None are talking. And no toys. Even the flowers fail to enliven this barren, shabby room.

I can remember, at the end of the 1976 summer, going outside in t-shirt and jeans just to stand in the rain and get soaked.

Two favourites.
Sunrise, especially around 4am on June mornings, just before the world wakes up.

And 4pm on December afternoons, when the air turns chill and heavy, and a silence falls over everything.

Is there a part of a crop circle visible in the field below the Long Man?

Yes, but only in a jamjar when I was 12 or so.

Too late. I watched it in 1984 in Sheffield, and boy was it scary. I still have a clear recall of some of the nuclear aftermath scenes, all in locations I know well.

Oh yes. Me too...

Because you know you'll have a lovely birthday.