I settled back to life at The House of Queens trying to behave myself and keep off the devil's dandruff, but started getting frequent messages left on the answerphone from an English guy called Steve Bailey.

These first flickering stars were perhaps giving birth in his mind to the thoughts of proton explosions, of developmental phases and cycles, of super-dense matter, of cosmic showers and storms of varitrons, of different theories of cosmogony, including his own, of instruments for recording invisible streams of stellar energy...

Said from where he landed he must have fallen from the starboardside ladder to the catwalk outside the wheelhouse.

Turfwise, this part of the field was considered best by the coaching staff and players.