No sooner is Mr Salter back in Reading than I begin to receive threatening communications from the Reading dead-tree media. I am sure this is a coincidence. The latest one is entitled NOT FOR PUBLICATION and is in those shouty capitals that make you think the 1990s never went away. So I am not going to share it with you. Not today anyway. Apparently Her Majesty's Reading Chronicle think I have published something Horrid and Beastly, which must be Removed Immediately. But they haven't said what it is! So I can't remove it without further information! Which I have asked for. So we can discuss the required permissions. Which I am sure they have. Oh yes.
Oh joy. Lashings of ginger beer.