Lost and Not So Lost Worlds A few months ago, my son Tom and I went to see the comedian Harry Hill at Cambridge Corn Exchange. It was a terrific show, I laughed my head off. At one point, he was lamenting the skills we have lost in this machine intelligence age, and among these skills he included stealing women’s underwear from washing lines. He had various other ridiculous examples, but I’ve forgotten them. Anyway, rather clumsily, this brings me round to the theme of lost worlds, which I’ve visited several times in these blog posts. The first thing that occurs to me is a world which is not lost at all, which goes on very nicely but without me. Linda and I had a lovely time last weekend. Her sister Margaret had got us tickets to see Martin Stephenson and the Daintees at The Old Woollens, Leeds on the Saturday night. Instead of going straight to Yorkshire, however, we went to Lincoln on Friday afternoon, stayed in a hotel a few yards from the Castle, and went on up to Yorkshi...