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Happy birthday neriedes!

In response to my vague rant about children not being taught to think, it seems Clackmannanananananshire were listening.

The Royal Statistical Society's journals are sent from Singapore, which is vaguely surprising.

And finally for today:

Tomato is what I taste like. I taste like nothing, except a tomato. I'm sometimes sweet and sometimes tart; sometimes juicy, sometimes crisp. The roles of a tomato are many and varied. I am an exception to all the rules. What Flavour Are You?