somewhere or other. I forget the precise details but am certain there was a connection with expensive jewellery. It was difficult to ascertain, because all about was dark, and someone in a seat in front of me kept coughing, much to the chagrin of the other patrons, and a woman selling ice creams. I'd been in this place a few weeks earlier, and all those assembled were staring goggle-eyed at naked people making jam. A little before that, I recall seeing men in sunglasses punching each other in slow motion, and on another occasion, a swarthy looking fellow tried to steal an ocean-going vessel from an immortal pirate captain with skeletal features. The whole thing was most unnerving, and I fear for the safety of our children. Who are these bizarre people that visit us from far off lands; I've written to the home secretary insisting he hurry up with those ID cards. I've requested they send me one of Keanu Reeves, as I consider his courage in the face of his medical condition most hartwarming, and I'm so glad he's able to speak again and manouvre his wheelchair under his own steam. Nevertheless, I am perturbed by this 'Narnia'-like experience that I frequently encounter in my former Bingo Hall, where popcorn and chewy cola bottles are the staple diet of those poor unfortunates who would otherwise starve. My proposal, if anyone is of a mind to implement it, is this...