Crane Flies

For my sins, as a kid, me and my mate Steve (who I always remember for using the phrase 'going for a grunty') used to pull of the legs and wings of Daddy Long legs and then race what was left - lots of fun watching them wiggle along until we stamped on them. Luckily I turned out so well adjusted.

Saw the subject and thought Japan had invented a new construction device for super-tall skyscrapers. I really need to stop watching Back to the Future 2 every evening. Now, where's my hoverboard?

I went camping as a teenager with my then girlfriend. We awoke groggy, sticky-eyed and cramped from a pleasant night under fluorescent artificial fiber. Seeing that the sun was already beating down I pulled myself from my sleeping bag and heroically unzipped first the inner tent then the outer, emerging blinking into the bright, fresh air. Momentarily dazzled by the bright morning sun, I stood upright and took in a massive breath of air. And a massive Crane Fly. In my mouth. With its wings and its daft stringy legs wiggling out my moth like excited noodles. I screamed all the way to the toilet block. And back. I don't really like Crane Flies. Cheers, Mark Brown, Editor, www.ABCtales.com