I opened him up slightly and let out the gunk. Freddie, this three year old kid with a face full of thorns, started making this awful mewing sound and baked one knee in the embers before immediately stunning himself into near unconsciousness with the Appletiser-headbanging routine that his parents never got around to Ritaling.
Cathy, her arms like Tonka, looked appalled but joined in the fun anyway, feeling a line of least resistance.
Munty, in a mad moment, began to argue the etymology of the word "pall" but by now Freddie was being dragged from the scene, his face knot of gristle and snot and rasping.
Paul stood up and started to sing....