With a soft thud and a gentle red spray of pip and pulp, the first tomato of the year struck home - squarely between the shoulders of Tony Blair. When we saw it on the news, most of us smiled and went back to our knitting. But I, with my scientist's mind and thirst for analysis, tossed aside my needlepoint. Instead, I grabbed a white coat, a friendly drycleaner, a bag of fruit and a Tony Blair lookalike. Then I rushed to my laboratory to begin tests.