As Gobby, Spudgirl and Tubthumper ambled to the Local with a hitherto unimaginably more lamentably tardy Billy Idle than prior to his near-death experience they did, for once at least, appreciate the pleasant surroundings during the journey rather than simply propel themselves along the alcoholic path of least resistance.
That was, until, Billy emitted a traumatised howl on finding a dismembered bird's foot on the path.
On rushing to his assistance at the scene of such a heinous crime and on taking him on one side and calming him down the others did, however, have to ascertain that Billy truly had never before in his life seen a fuschia.
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