Apparently a vast herd of Pachyderms are wending their way along Fleet St to have words with the P.M. about the low underground station ceilings, evidently they cannot swing a cat round down there, and their saxophone busking is all going to hell, they cannot balance a ball on their head either. I told them I blamed the government, and off they went. I could not stop them, have you tried to stop an annoyed Pachyderm......

'THE LIFE AND TIMES OF A MISANTHROPE'