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Ad yes we do have better things to do than savouring the spam.

But after getting up at 5.30 to settle LL down, with the usual aches and pains, we can't quite understand why the men with baseball bats and meat tenderisers had to make a second visit in the subsequent two hours of kip. Getting up a second time was agony.

One for the wishlist

Don't often come across reviews quite so euphoric as this one in the Torygraph. Is the reviwer suffering from being moonstruck?

We may have to acquire it just to discover how "the rites of Artemis are used to explain why children today can make a wish if they blow out the candles on their cake in one go".

Cuckoo Clocks

Yesterday evening while doing our fortnightly trawl of Border's sf and f shelves for the worst cover art, the ravens happened to mention H R Giger. Then we had to elucidate: we'd naively thought everyone with an interest in sf and sf films (covers most of the writers group as present at the time) would know of him. In the process of our description we mentioned his nationality. The automatic association was made. Jokingly we suggested just how strange a Giger cuckoo clock might be, wondering exactly where the cuckoo (or whatever) would pop out. Half a dozen brains went into silent surreal overdrive. Oops, we've boggled folk... again.

We thought we'd check on G's website that he hasn't already done a cuckoo clock and found he is about to sell jewelry. Drools, possibly in slightly disturbing fashion. Can it be implanted, we wonder.