Crowdsourced maps are one of the great wonders of the modern age. But, like pretty much every such wonder, the Victorians got there first.
There's another Wymondham in Leicestershire. I shall always think of it as an imposter. I wonder how it's pronounced. You may be more, but only slightly, familiar with Wymondham in Norfolk (you know, the proper Wymondham) than you might expect, as it was used for locations in Dad's Army.
You are Torquemada - harsh and hardly fair, much like the man himself.
Festivals are the rock generation's equivalent of cruises, the convenient place to go to sample various preserved delights, obscure sites and classic monuments and celebrate ancient rituals from a safe distance. In precisely that vein, I'm thinking of taking Hal to Fairport's Cropredy Convention. We can strap the little tent to the back of the tandem, trundle down in there, eat falafels for three days, listen to Alice Cooper and some of yer actual folk musicians, roll back again. Be lovely.
Wish I'd known about this beforehand, it would have been interesting to go. I wonder if the visualisations using rice were inspired by Of All The People In All The World. To my shame I haven't seen it, which is a source of nagging embarrasment in the playground, birthday parties, and so on.
Two separate people in my Twitter stream have reported attacks by squirrels in the recent past. There should be a screaming tabloid campaign about this rodent menace.
After a degree of hectoring from his Uncle James, Daniel has agreed to write a mobile phone app over the easter holidays. He has somewhat less programming experience as the now massively-rich-from-a-not-very-interesting-piece-of-software Nick D'Aloisio had at his age, but I'm sure he'll make something pretty fun in the next fortnight. Might even be able to tag a bit of science in there too.
Be pure! Be vigilant! BEHAVE!