GROAN WITH TWOTW
No one would have believed, in the last years of the nineteenth century, that the Stock Market was being watched from a public lavatory in Islington.
No one could have dreamed that drawing and quartering would be reintroduced.
Few astrologers even considered the possibility of spontaneously combusting.
And yet, across the M25, minds immeasurably stranger than ours, regarded this Earth with envious eyes.
And slowly and surely, they sank into a stupor.