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Well, sadly the readership of this humble blog has a precipitous tumble taken. Circulation is down 50% and it's not clear that a recovery is manageable without drastic measures. What's this, I hear you say? Has there been a tsunami? A zombie apocalypse? Surely only a cataclysm of Old Testament proportions could be responsible for such a sudden dive in the ratings of a renown scientific diary as this? No, Dear Reader, 'tis not so. As shocking as this news might be to you, Reader,  the truth is that I have only ever had two regular visitors: your good self and Mum (and she never actually read it according to her, she just checked in from time to time to make sure I was still alive). In July of this year, my mother passed away at the age of 57 years after a protracted struggle with laryngeal cancer. This is not a place for a eulogy, but it's worth reflecting for a moment that we are all people. Even scientists. Even the ones that shut themselves up in dark rooms and molest single cells with electrodes for hours, sometimes days at a time. We are all living, breathing, fallible and perpetually farting human beings, and we all have mums.I inherited a few things from my Mum (although as you can see from the picture on the right, a set of eyebrows wasn't one of them), and one of these was a sentimental tendency to keep records of things and events. Bus/movie/theatre/&c ticket stubs acquired at significant moments, photos, letters, drawings-on-the-back-of-napkins, that sort o...
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