This is why I love science, love it so much that I couldn’t leave it for long.

Last night, late for my date and fretting in the dark room, the hot breath of the x-omat developer wafting over the stink of chemicals, I had absolutely no hope: I was trying to make an antibody work that everyone else had deemed a dud. I’d already tried a number of conditions to no avail, and this last one was just a punt because I’d had an extra strip that I hadn’t yet tested and I thought it was a shame to throw it away. So I bumped up the concentration and tried a different temperature, but feeding the film into the machine was just a formality.

Damned if the blot didn’t sport the most beautiful band I’ve seen for the past year, clean as the proverbial whistle.