GROAN WITH TWOTWNo one would have believed, in the last femtoseconds of the nineteenth century, that Lucy Pinder's 'Book at Bedtime' was being watched from a public lavatory in Islington. No one could have dreamed that Tony Blair would run for Woman of the Year. Few astrologers even considered the possibility of being allowed to lick Jason Donovan's cheeks . And yet, across the Gulf of Mexico, minds immeasurably weirder than ours, regarded their navels with unfeigned disgust. And slowly and surely, they sank into a stupor. |