In my day the only stuff we had to predict a season ahead were berries, moles, pine cones and seaweed. The national press treated us almost like genteel national treasures. As good as technology is it's turned many of the same eccentric anoraks into egotistical maniacs.

One other thing there's a poster on this blog called Tim Channon - the name has a familiar ring to it?

http://tallbloke.wordpress.com/about-tim/