GROAN WITH TWOTWNo one would have believed, in the last months of the Mesozoic, that Lucy Pinder's 'Book at Bedtime' was being watched from a yacht in Portsmouth harbour. No one could have dreamed that a Scandinavian would win the Eurovision song contest. Few astrologers even considered the appalling concept of a compact, field model droonge projector. And yet, across the M25, minds immeasurably weirder than ours, regarded a green and slightly runny pigeon dropping with envious eyes. And slowly and surely, they contracted foot and mouth disease. |