This relates, in some way, to my theory that black holes are actually Christmas puddings which, under construction, became so infinitely dark and dense that they warped the fabric of space and time. The possibility that they are sentient is worthy of Lovecraft.

As has been observed before, anyone who could get sacked from Hawkwind for drug use is going to take some major and protracted sorting out.

The slight hint of the North in Patricia's delivery brings back that rumour, which I believe, that the Old Queen had a trace of a German accent.

Another implement which my grandmother said would be handy to deal with burglars.

This list has reminded me that, in the 80s, a lesbian PE teacher friend persuaded me to go with her to see David Essex. He was good at what he did, but I had to listen to some Hawkwind on the way home, to recover. My friend said she would be tempted to change some of her life choices for him..

I thought this was only a legend. Disturbed that it is all too real.

These just make me think of Klingon gagh, or a certain medical chart originating in Bristol...

Allegedly, one of my great grandfathers died of crumpet. But not the sort most folk butter.

This is uncanny. They must be doing some sort of homage, or remake...

See John Junkin and Eric Sykes' "The Plank" (1967).