Crane flies: an apology

Last week I incorrectly stated that daddy-longlegses were female crane flies. I began to doubt this when I found two mating and, although Sapphic tendancies may be prevalent among crane flies for all I know, I found from wikipedia that I was entirely wrong. (I'm convinced, by the way, that one could get a GCSE simply by reading wikipedia).

Nonetheless, they're still annoying little buggers. I stumbled across one of the fifth form on a one-man campaign to eradicate them with a vacuum cleaner, an act I thought excessive until they started buzzing the lights in my room. Kill 'em all, I say, and God will take His own.

According to a colleague, the crane fly epidemic is due to the hot summer, as a result of which we have lots of crane flies and bigger spiders. Oh great. Up until today I was chilled about global warming (Britain was warmer in the Middle Ages, as any fule kno) but this is too much.

Further recent thoughts: Liverpool played rather well against Chelsea but still lost; The Queen is a very good film with eerily brilliant performances; Starbucks' low-fat blueberry muffins are significantly less tasty than normal blueberry muffins; and other things that now slip my mind and may return at some less convenient moment.

And also that, having been for a blood test, I should note that I've never had cause (personally) to complain about the NHS beyond normal human imperfection. They were very good, for instance, when I gouged a lump from my finger with a corned beef tin. The police, on the other hand, I'm still waiting to respond to the 999 call I put in 10 days ago.