GROAN WITH TWOTW
No one would have believed, in the last years of the summer vacation, that Margaret Thatcher's left kidney was being watched from the top of the Empire State Building.
No one could have dreamed that affordable knee insulation would become a reality.
Few astrologers even considered the possibility of joining the neighbourhood booze-and-knife bust.
And yet, across the M25, minds immeasurably stranger than ours, regarded a pile of remaindered Human League records with seven oculars.
And slowly and surely, they recorded everything.