So we've all finally given the working week a good clubbing with the spiked baseball bat, Friday's now the time to lift its head of the floor and say gently, "You really have no idea who you're dealing with, do you?" and then start working the spine over.
Ahem.
Before PJ Harvey takes it away with This Wicked Tongue (and a "less is more" attitude to stage outfits), I note a couple of science items from Metro this morning.
Firstly, that someone claims to have made salt water combustible by bombarding it with radio waves. Already Metro is hooting about perpetual motion machines and "green fuel", just admitting that it takes more energy to do this than is liberated by the reaction itself in a small little throwaway comment. The picture of the test tube of salt water burning has a bright orange flame . . . which could either suggest there's a fair bit of sodium igniting, or Metro is expecting us to power our cars on the equivalent of a bunsen burner on its lowest setting.
Secondly, there's a winner for the "Visions of Science & Technology Photographic Award":
It's a British Bat seen in micrscopic close-up. I just want to call it "Jethro" . . . I swear I've seen this person drinking in a New Forest pub, too.
Take it away, Polly Jean . . .