The Talking Horse
The little elves that write Fundamentals are tucked up in their respective match-boxes, under the the stairs, having done a full weeks anti-shirking (or anti-idling, dependant upon your particular flavour of neo-liberalism). However, in passing, we noticed (we notice things a lot here at _Paul_And_Land_) that Mr Ed, the Amazing Talking Giraffe, had joined the Conservative Party and that his bestest, best friend, Mr Ed, the Amazing Talking Arse, had joined his friend, Mr George (Friend of Bungle, Zippy, and Geoffrey) for a pint of Carlsberg in Watford.
It is, as they say, all go. Or not.