EDitorial ± 3-Dec-2013
Post Sunday lunch, pleasantly full, and is there any better time to come over all Steven Spielberg? There's a bottle top on the shiny table top which, given a half-decent flick of the fingers, spins like those blokes who used to sing In My Liverpool Home.
That rapidly rotating redtop cried out for some appropriate background music. Cue The Young Ballerina by Charles Williams for obvious reasons.