Nothing to do with the Canteen

But it has been a long day, and instead of being in bed I am sitting in a dwam here. And I have been slumped over this morning’s Times for about ten minutes agreeing vaguely that it is unclear whether an arrest had been made.
It was only when I started trying to spot the Cuckoo Hotel that I began wondering about production standards on the Times.

(Feel free to delete irrelevant post, Spike...)