Origins of Wednesday cv: Blueblood in the headlights

   To grandmother's house we go, of

   course, but what a fateful route

   we take. A friend of mine collid-

   ed with two deer on successive

   nights on the same open road in

   our part of the world last week.

   Deer just have no sense at all.

   You never see one wearing blue.

Joshua Reynolds

  Joshua Reynolds

National Portrait Gallery

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Sunday myths to recycle while U wait

  We have been approached by credible

  sources to lend our conduit of pub-

  lic service announcements to an ad-

  visory from the highest floor, off-

  chart: auditions have resumed for a

  new Ukrainian server, to replace an

  unfortunately faulty impersonation.