My Beautiful Gnome

On the Tube this morning, I noticed a young lady reading a book called My Beautiful Gnome. That's nice, I thought - then I looked again, and saw it was actually called My Beautiful Genome. It's a book by one Lone Frank - no relation to Lonesome George, but a Danish journalist who decided to trace her entire genome, gene by gene, and see what it told her. Apparently she achieved this and concluded, reasonably enough, that genetics can only get us so far, that her genes are not her destiny but rather the 'set of cards' she's been dealt. Fair enough. Meanwhile, I'm getting to work on designing a range of garden genomes - spirals of DNA equipped with fishing rods and pointy hats. They could catch on...