My Old Man's....

.......a Dustman.........actually, he's not really. He's retired now, and before that he bred mice for genetic experimentation, but I couldn't find a song that went, "My Old Man's a Breeder of Transgenic Mus Musculus'". He worked in the same research lab that bred Dolly.....now, they're not the sort of people who put lipstick on Beagles, make chimpanzees smoke 40 a day, or cut anything up......but still fairly controversial. A little known fact is that AMS is the head of their ethics committee; overseeing scientist proposals to make sure no-one goes all Dr Frankenstein.

Nice cycle home tonight; cut up over the Royal Mile because of road diversions and down North Bridge. The sun was setting on the Bank of Scotland building (resist the obvious metaphor) and I experienced a nice sense of well-being. I like living in Edinburgh.