[This is the last ever Spike ramble, so slip on your stoutest trekking boots, decant a wee dram of aqua vitae into your hip-flask, and join me across a few rickety stiles and muddy, forgotten fields.] No man but a blockhead ever wrote, except for money. Samuel Johnson, Friday, 5 April 1776, from The Life of Samuel Johnson, James Boswell Many moons ago, long before the accident, I went for a drive.