“When all is said and done, CaseLoad,” wheezed Our Man At The Bar, “there’s not much you don’t have an opinion on. I mean, there you were the other day dozing off in front of the telly in time with Prince Charles, both of you no doubt dreaming of rummaging in the knickers of a sporting lass, when some damned media insect shoves a camera up your nose. Mind you, having to listen to the New Zealand prime minister, and the English national anthem and that dreadful dirge God Help New Zealand all on the same day would send even the stoutest patriot bye byes. And what’s with all those girders poking out of a London park? A stadium trial run?  Easy on the water, lad, we’re sending it to Australia.”