Oooh that was tough. Seems jumping back on the writing pony after so long isn't going to be easy. Still, I soldiered my way to something that resembled output. I'll settle for that. I'm sure it'll get easier.
Wasn't helped by the marvellous David Attenborough staring his
new series last night. I was recording it but I was drawn to watch it nonetheless. It's just great to see the joy that all these creatures still give him.
Seems apropos to fess up to the time I met David Attenborough. He was doing a book signed in Glasgow for the Private Life of Plants and I nipped away from work to meet the great man and get a book. All the way along St. Vincent St I was desperately trying to think of what I would say. I don't have many hero-types, so meeting one was a big deal.
I made it to the head of the queue and got my book. And, having thought of nothing else told him what a great pleasure it was to meet him and "
it isn't often you got to meet a man who has seen a live coelacanth". He wasn't phased by this idiocy, he looked up and simply said "
Yes, yes it's true."
I found out many years later when reading an excellent
book on the coelacanth that perhaps he had arrived a while after the coelacanth was caught. But it wasn't clear so I'll give the great man the benefit of the doubt.
Tune in next week folks for "
When Scotty met Mr. Sulu."
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