GROAN WITH TWOTW
No one would have believed, in the last days of the summer vacation, that Lucy Pinder's 'Book at Bedtime' was being watched from a Portakabin near Charnock Richard services.
No one could have dreamed that there would be a coup in Iran.
Few cat lovers even considered the likelihood of pizza plants and lasagne trees.
And yet, across the Gulfs of Madras, minds immeasurably weirder than ours, regarded a green and slightly runny pigeon dropping with envious eyes.
And slowly and surely, they sank into a stupor.