23 June 2016


I had an erotic dream about Chris Packham the other night. You know it's Springwatch time when you dream of Chris Packham. Not that in my waking hours I particularly yearn for the man. To be honest I'm probably past such things.

I am currently reading his autobiography, so I think what happened was my dreaming mind simply worked its chthonic evil on the nearest male who came to mind. Thank goodness I'm not reading anything by Jeremy Clarkson.

10 June 2016

Insect Sex

(I wonder what kind of spam that title will attract)

I have two tales of insect sex, or shall we more poetically call it insect romance, one rather comical, one surprisingly lyrical.