The poet Geoffrey Grigson added an atmospheric 1950s gloss on these bizarre commutings [of seeds]: 'between Swindon and London you may see them often enough during the summer, the sunlight through the carriage window catching them as they float about in the thin smoke of cigarettes'.

In Shenmu County, Shensi Province in the north-western part of China, a medical school for barefoot doctors offers a two year programme.

Parameter scans show the marked difference in behaviour compared to below wavebreaking, where longer, more energetic pulses lead to improved efficiencies.

But these confabulated, sockdologizing tins refuse to warm up. I swear they are doing it to perversely annoy me.