And so Hollingworth bows out. They gave it six pages in the Herald. Six pages? Get over it, people, the man was a glorified usher.

This is much more interesting. Fried civets indeed. That'll teach Johnny Foreigner to munch on ferret-like cats. Perhaps in future they'll stick to healthy, civilised, Western fodder like cows fed with other cows. Wait a second, something seems to be growing out of my forehead.