GROAN WITH TWOTW
No one would have believed, in the last minutes of World War I, that the Stock Market was being watched from a public lavatory in Islington.
No one could have dreamed that Yasser Arafat would win the Eurovision song contest.
Few university graduates even considered the likelihood of an invasion of killer voles.
And yet, across the Gulf of Mexico, minds immeasurably stranger than ours, regarded a green and slightly runny pigeon dropping with several video cameras.
And slowly and surely, they melted their minds with loud rock music.