GROAN WITH TWOTWNo one would have believed, in the last days of Parliamentary Question Time, that we were being watched from a yacht in Portsmouth harbour. No one could have dreamed that we were being watched as someone with a phobia about insects studies a psychotic Yorkshire terrier. Few men even considered the desirability of a compact, field model droonge projector. And yet, across the gulfs of space, minds immeasurably weirder than ours, regarded David Owen's nipples with unrestrained derision. And slowly and surely, they took a deep, amorous sniff of Madonna's armpit. |