DEATH OF THE DINOSAURS: the final day at Cold Blow Lane
When I was a child, my Dad subscribed to the Reader’s Digest. For mysterious reasons, one article entitled ‘The Death of the Dinosaurs’ stuck (and remains stuck) in my mind. It pictured a luridly drawn semi-tropical world, with a nuclear style meteorite explosion in action, with various Tyrannosaurus Rex, Pterodactyl and other less obvious creatures, including small mammals such as mice, all fleeing the rapidly expanding mushroom cloud. I defy anyone not to see what I saw and not still have it imprinted on your memory 40 years later. Well the message seemed clear, it would be the great beasts who perished in the apocalypse, whilst the more mobile and smaller animals would go on to inherit the Earth. In my later-life, the post-1992 analogy with the loss of the great English football stadiums by the meteor that was the Taylor Report, was apparent. To this day I think of the Reader’s Digest image as a kind of ‘message’ sent across time - the falling dinosa