It plays out as if someone chucked a whole bunch of carefully detailed Warhammer figurines into a centrifuge – goblins, goats, dwarfs, wizards and wolves bouncing off one another in waves of alternating tedium and punishment.

How do you know what you mean until you see it?

I must say Sam, given your usual quietness, your motto is somewhat ominous.

There's a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall
And the bells in the steeple too
And up in the nursery an absurd little bird
Is popping out to say "cuckoo"

I suddenly remembered christmas cards. Could I please have your address?

"The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good,"
Samuel Johnson