"Dylan says he used to think there was nothing funnier than a really angry man, but he's not sure he believes that any more. In fact, it never was the anger that was funny, rather the impatience that went with it. Now he thinks it's grief that's funny. It hasn't been looked at enough, he says. Grief and tragedy. And the more compounded the tragedy, the funnier it is. The more ridiculous. Dylan is on one of his kamikaze flights to the paradise of perdition."

This only a few days after the film trailer that was actually a car advert, and in an age where spam and junk mail tries harder and harder to pretend to be something else, to steal enough of your time and attention to plant its message, however blatant or subtle. Why, Mr Kowalski, it was you all along! The pollution of meaning, the inflation of scepticism in all the wrong places. I must finish my Clone on the subject before it becomes laughably outdated, punchline and all.

This message has not been a car advert.

Strange how it completely fails to mention the relevance of quote-marks and wildcards when searching, though. But to add some more data to the world - blogchalk: English, United Kingdom, Lewes.

Three hundred years later, and David Bellamy wants to kill hedgehogs because they're eating rare birds' eggs, somewhere. Not only have we moved beyond natural selection; we're now responsible for making sure that everyone else plays fair.