'You 'haven't' male.'

The bluey white clouds christening the arse half of the week reminds me of holidays spent as a child. Those carefree day's when all you had to worry about was appeasing the maternal figure in your life and premature ejaculation.

Migh how times don't change.

Still. What does change is that during this period the then lack of media hysteria meant that the nations parents could happily turf their offspring out of the house for hours -sometimes days - at a time, and not have to fear a social service witch-hunt and associated kicking. Consequently, the children of generation XXXXed could merrily gather in small groups and participate in a worthwhile open aired culture of exploration, social interaction and self development.

Not a rave. These were the days before all that silliness - a world for young minds where acid and coke meant nothing more than helping your father with his car maintenance and a jaunt to the local shop to receive your reward.

Granted, accessibility to airfix glue and bottles of diamond white probably resulted in the drugs, alcohol and mental health problems experienced by myself and many of a similar age now - but those were good times- more innocent and better days than today. Surely.

What was less healthy I suppose was the war myself and brother waged on all the ants, beetles and insects of the world. For some reason, we became obsessed in catching wasps in jam jars and dousing the stinging fuckers with cold water. Equally, no better day could be had than for us to locate the whereabouts of a particularly large ant hill, and then go to work on it's residents with water, some matches and a common-o-garden shovel or spade.

Not in that order.

We were young not fucking stupid.

Healthy - happy, mind expanding days.

Still - it would appear nature is now destined to fight back and revenge the atrocities committed those many years ago.

Although attempting to google lesbian sex for purely anthropological purposes, I inadvertently and unhappily came across this article instead:

"An Amazonian ant has dispensed with sex and developed into an all-female species, researchers have found. "

The article continues that reproduction takes place "....entirely without sex" with the queen generating some form of blanket of fungus that produces the a-sexual larvae of tomorrow.

Apparently, on closer examination and as a direct consequence of that environmentally friendly mode of research known as dissection, not only are these all female ants not interested in sex - they are now physically incapable of getting their rocks off. The reproduction organs required have evidently degraded due to being simply surplus to requirements.

The sins of the father and all that gubbins. This is the start of the end you know.