As most people know (well, my Mum remembers, I think), I was born on 28th February 1953. An auspicious day, you must admit.

Watson & Crick

I was slightly miffed earlier this week, on popping into The Eagle pub in Cambridge, to see that a couple of guys called Watson and Crick have hijacked my birthday for their own ends. And collected Nobel prizes into the bargain. The Watson guy is still alive. I believe that I’ll be lodging a complaint with him.