I’m at the Cheltenham Science Festival, I have been given a press pass, and I intend to use it fiercely to be entertained for a few days. I think I’ll go listen to Alan Moore rumble about snake goddesses in a bit, and I know that tomorrow I intend to be fawning fanboi to Brian Cox, and whatever else I do will be on a whimsy.

Oh, wait…whimsey. I’m staying at a hotel called The Big Sleep, which is pretty darned ominous. Don’t the British read Raymond Chandler? I feel like I’ve got to go all noirish now.