There’s a thin line between genius and madness, and we think we’ve just found it. Anyone who’s been into central London over the past few days may have noticed a seemingly endless red line wending along the pavements of WC1 and WC2, like the aftermath of some giant menstrual snail. On and on it goes for well over two miles. And so did we, in search of answers. The line begins at an anonymous......

What we need right now is something to take us back to a time when explosions were fun and the men that carried them out were rocket scientists and occultists. We first got interested in reading the book Strange Angel: The Otherworldly Life of Rocket Scientist John Whiteside Parsons when we saw it mentioned on the rather splendid Dark, But Shining. When it got picked up on Boing Boing we decided to get in......