Yes, you're right. When the BBC makes a dramatic reenactment of my prehistoric finds in Bolton (etc) I hope they will include the time I went to Twisted Nerve records, then on Oldham Street, in Manchester. It was up two floors of decrepitude. Once inside it was peeled lino, a couple of desks with Applemacs and a divaette putting on makeup behind a cupboard. I was looking for Badly Drawn Boy in the hope that he'd write a song about the Smithills stone rows.

I've found an observatory in Slaggyford - I think it's the only one of its kind. Unspeakably fragile - drystone walled - and just ready to fall over. It still works!