In other amazing technical innovations found in modern Scotch bothies, we also get YouTube up here. And if your eyes tire of lingering on the close peaty texts that your candle light is gloating over, you might well gloat over this joyous, immolating section of BBC Newsnicht last night when Jammy Paxman got into a fearful wax, and melted.
Dr Eurfyl ap Gwilym is not, perhaps, a household name. Nor is he a particularly prepossessing looking chap. He is, however, an economic advisor to our Welsh friends Plaid Cymru. And Paxo thought it'd be spiffing fun to tear into him, sneer figures, allege fiscal illiteracy and generally singe the Welshman's eyebrows. As is so often the case with those who play with fire and statistics - its all too easy to scorch your own fingers if your opponent avoids getting flustered and knows the documents inside out. When the devil detail turns on you, you are left like the egregious rubber-faced Paxman was yesterday evening - huffing like a miffed teenager instructed to complete an unloved chore, at last reduced to pitiful hectoring he looks longingly and petitioning for the end of the interview. Paxo almost whimpered farewell. A joy.
My thanks to Love & Garbage for bringing this to my attention.