At last, I received a seemingly simple question from a reader who isn't wholly consumed by tunnels nor one of the cranks and conspiracy theorists hiding amongst our ranks.
It's from a man called Harcourt, though it wasn't his name that caught my attention, it was the email address. It contained the brand name of an unusual motorbike I owned when I was 15 years old, and which I used to (illicitly) ride on the fields around our modest mansion. It was Italian. Not the semi, the bike. What
