Sorry I’m late, was busy at the juicer, etc, Leicester were playing, I walked to the next village and was captured by lowlanders, forced to drink freshly poured Butty Bach. That, and all manner of excuses will serve to satisfy my lack of content since last week, but we all know the fans won’t stand for it, which is why i’m going to tell you all about what I was thinking about today.

Firstly,  its mine and your good friend and kind of agony Uncle with matters pertaining to the natural world, Dr S’s birthday tomorrow, on valentines day, which must be a pain. But for many years now I have been taking note of when a friends birthday is and then counting backwards to when they were possibly conceived. November babies are probably valentines babies; contractually conceived. September and possibly August babies, the result of the cold winter nights and ironically born with the sun on their face. April and May, possibly as a result of the mobile summer holidays, the traveling overseas or down to the coast, fumbling about in tents and on nylon hotel sheets. My friend Dr S, possibly around Easter, a little harder to pin down because Easter changes every year, obviously and why wouldn’t it, because Jesus died at lots of different times to suit the Gregorian calendar.

Anyway it’s a theory, and it’s mine, and you can do whatever you want to do with it. Happy Birthday Dr S, and happy valentines to those of you that partake and I hope to be meeting a November baby in November, and I’ll know…