GROAN WITH TWOTW
No one would have believed, in the last days of the Mesozoic, that Ronald Reagan's right nipple was being watched from a miniature video camera in Tony Blair's underpants.
No one could have dreamed that John Prescott would be awarded the Nobel Prize for Physics.
Few ornithologists even considered the necessity of pizza plants and lasagne trees.
And yet, across the Gulfs of Madras, minds immeasurably odd compared to ours, regarded a pile of remaindered Human League records with envious eyes.
And slowly and surely, they recorded everything.