Unscheduled Special Announcement
Ed: As the telephone is now working again, and as I have to make this special announcement, I shall also include a couple of small items that have just come in.
Late news : Spain
Federica Bertocchini, a biologist with IBBTEC in Santander, has discovered a worm (the larval form of Galleria Mellonella) that eats holes in plastic bags. Monetary authorities, which throughout the world have been switching to plastic-based currency notes to reduce costs, are starting urgent consultations
Late news : Turkey
It is reported that President Erdogan has ordered his own arrest but has not been able to find any policemen still at liberty who could carry out the instruction.
Editor’s report : I thought I would be left as the only resident in the office when I helped Karela take the bike and the other luggage down to the ferry, on her way back to Zagreb for the first proper leg of her world tour. But the very next day we acquired at last a new intern. Edward arrived, unannounced as far as I was concerned. It turned out later that he had warned us on a postcard from Bordeaux that he was in immediate need of somewhere to stay, and he thought he could just walk into our place because he knew we had been trying to get a new recruit for months, and failed. But Kevin, who has been doing the post round lately, came up here in a rainstorm and all we could see was a damp piece of card with something illegible scrawled on it.
Edward is English but quite friendly, and has been living in France for the past three years. He decided to get out while he could; he thinks Theresa May will block all journeys to the UK from the EU, including British citizens, as part of her war against immigration, but otherwise he seems politically sane. For instance when I mentioned the idea of charging Tony Blair with treason he said he had once been docked a month’s bonus pay for telling his departmental head he’d sooner shake hands with an overused male undergarment than with Tony Blair. When he told me that, he added that he would sooner shake hands with Tony Blair than with Emmanuel Macron (French presidential candidate, for our readers in Inner Mongolia), a view which is very similar to what comes from my facial diagnosis technique. For the past week he has been sleeping on the office floor on a mattress we borrowed from the odd-job man. Edward is a bit older than the average intern, being a retired medical researcher, but an intern (i.e. unpaid) is what he has to remain for at least the next three months, if he lasts that long. Lady W’s strict orders. Personally I’m quite glad he’s arrived even though it plays merry hell with my research, but he clearly knows a lot more about computers than I do. We had the computer down from the attic, and in no time he was sending out e-mails, complete with pictures of the view over the harbour. He said he could include ‘tasteful’ pornographic pictures in future issues of the journal. (I’m still wondering if there is any way I can put this idea up to Lady W.)
Scheduled date for next posting remains 1st June