This weekend I will vacate London for a nearby coastal county where, among other things, there will be a greasy pole competition.

Contestants (I won’t be among them) have to ease themselves along a greased telegraph pole, suspended from one end horizontally over the sea, with the goal of grabbing a flag.

The winner receives a prize ham and a whole year’s worth of envy from the other villagers.

Whilst watching this seaside fun I may briefly reflect on the fortunes of Roadrunner ...

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