Watching the Climategate scandal explode makes me feel like a proud parent

It has been a weird, weird thing having a ringside seat at the messy unravelling of the greatest scientific scandal in the history of the world. The only experience in my life even vaguely similar was queuing outside the Wag club in the spring of 1988 watching all the straight people staring at us freaks, and thinking to myself: 'God, just imagine how totally awesome it would be if this Acid House craze ever caught on.'

From a tiny germ of a story on a few specialist blogs, Climategate has...