In an antihistamine-induced stupor, demi- and semi- idea fragments drift across the surface of my mind like floaters across an eye.
One such fragment, today, are the words “Aphid Todayphid,” which sounds like a topical news magazine for aphids.
Aphid Todayphid: all the news that fit to print, but really, really small.
I like the idea of being in a scrum of journalists at a press conference:
“Yes, Robert Wringham for Aphid Todayphid. Mister Prime Mininster, what is Number 11’s line regarding the impact of this latest u-turn on the cost of living crisis?”
“Thank you for your question, Robert. Um, sorry, Aphid Today?”
“Phid.”
At least we have an earthly use for font size 1 now.