Shoemaker-Levy, Jupiter and hub: the hectoring of Dr Plasma. These and other considerations plagued Combover McHonky-Panda and her neighbouring shrew, Desmond. Together they would chortle among the reeds and bulrushes, each in the fashion peculiar to Edward the First. More to the point, flummoxed, they gnashed their teeth and rolled their eyes from side to side (cf Botticelli and the sled uncovered in the Olduvai Gorge in the latter part of 1729).

Such being the case, freight began to quibble and the funicular tendencies sang in outrageous harmony for particular snorkel. Random fluctuations in the Scheme of Things kebab emporium appeared oxymoronic, but by and large only to those whose limbic systems had not been lysergically modified. This did not escape the notice of E Stullidge, whose notorious hooty mulch had been in great demand ever since the decline of Persepolis.

Meanwhile, as the rasping Neopolitan frogmen traipsed through the Congolese jungle, the tousled pancakes of Latterday von Speckel vied with Pondweed O’Grady and the Funnels for the title of Bibble. Bibble hodge. Heh heh heh. Mhoko und “pudge”.