In a flap

I received an email this morning titled 'Frizzle cock'.

I was immediately worried (as any man would be) and readied myself to issue a denial, then I saw the content. It was this picture. Apparently, that's the breed: a Frizzle.

This is what happens when you know someone who works on Poultry World. You get sent pictures of strange birds. That said, it's a beauty, isn't it.

It prompted another one of those moments - as the gun-toting baddie did - when I though: I didn't go into journalism for this.

Then I thought: Actually, this stuff is great.