The air was filled with the sound of bells, and sunshine poured down over St. Peter's Square (for it is in Vatican City that we set our scene) like golden syrup from a tin bought on special offer from Tesco's at 99p each.
Inside the Sistine Chapel, Evil Editor paced up and down before the College of Cardinals like a very portly caged ocelot with muttonchops.
"Consider," he declaimed, "how all human experience comes before me, albeit over-written and badly punctuated. Consider how I understand suff
Published on July 05, 2009 07:16