Lincolnshire is at the epicentre of something for the first time since Magna Carta, with a 5.2richter scale blast at about 1.15am this morning. It dislodged something in my blog psyche, cos I've been prompted to post for the first time in ages. Here, 13.5 miles from the epicentre, there's talk about landslides and people thinking it 'were Cossards sugar factory gern up'. Spare a thought for the Market Rasen Mail. Biggest story in ages but they go to press on a Tuesday evening. So while the BBC camps on its doorstep, it runs with a story about a scout pack that faces closure. Them's the local newspapee breaks.