Love the warm weather but the flies are a pest. Or they were until Saturday.
Now we have a whizzy fly swat shaped like a tennis racket and powered by batteries.
Instead of squishing your target against a hard surface all you do is tap it with the bat. There’s a crack like a rifle shot and it drops like a stone. Simple and painless.
I think fly tennis should be an Olympic sport.
GUNS AND BUTTER: On my last trip to Jordan we arrived at our hotel to find all entrances blocked by army Humvees with machineguns.
It turned out Amman was hosting an arms fair and our hotel was home to an assortment of international weapons manufacturers and military.
Breakfast was like a set from Rambo. Everywhere there were immaculate, moustachioed chaps in crease-perfect uniforms covered with insignia and medals. Some even wore sidearms as they dug into the muesli.
Smoking was allowed in the restaurant and a gasper over our cornflakes was a novelty.
Anyway, we were breakfasting among merchants of death capable of flattening cities.
Not the sort of people to worry about a little secondary smoking.
ONE MAN BAND: As The Wreck Of The Margherita and Death Squad continue to make their mark I am still researching Danny3, Danny Lancaster’s third outing. It throws up all sorts of interesting tidbits. Who knew Leo Sayer was born in Shoreham-by-Sea?
DUMB BOMBS: The US Air Force is totting up the tonnage of bombs it has dropped since the First World War. They calculate that 6.7million tons were dropped during the Vietnam War. Just goes to show that the battle of firepower versus determination is never a certainty.
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