By wearing the cape of fruitiness^TM, I can make over-loud, urbane conversation in art galleries while wearing yellow spats, and not be thought an utter fool.

This advice in from the National Film Tutors and Allotment Union: "the very best clothes to wear for an important interview this week are Little Lord Fauntleroy doublet and hose; A massive ruff of at least 4ft diameter and Disney "Eat Me" shoes.

In the 1951 general election the swingometer swung so far that although Labour won massively, the arrow went right round and Winston Churchill's Conservatives ended up getting all of the available seats, plus 60 extra. Not only was there a massive fight for office space at the Commons, but the 60 additional MPs had to find previously unrepresented parts of the world to be their constituencies. Sir Reginald Twice-Muchly represented the town of Omsk and Hubert Hankering-After had to deal with constituency business for the whole of South America.

James Mason's bathroom was so luxurious that it had a quadrangle and cloisters.

Keats wrote the immortal words "Silent upon a peak in Darien" while riding the Number 4 omnibus to Kettering. Having composed the phrase, but with no paper handy, he repeated it to himself over and over until he was ejected from the 'bus at Burton Latimer, which forced him to walk the rest of the way. Ironically, the line is utterly forgotten now, by everyone.