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 signing 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.“