The Big Read: Let me put some life on Mars
Every so often I have a desire to do something that very few others have done, so that in old age I'll be able to rock back on my barstool and recall it in exquisite detail for my lucky companions. I've always wanted to spend a season in Antarctica in one of those research bases, huddling bristly over my morning coffee, absent-mindedly ruffling my favoured husky who in my head I've already called Hemingway, keeping a weather-eye open for comets that might crash in a nearby glacier and awaken a c...
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