Oh, those crazy Coventerians....
My journeys home from town are becoming weirder and weirder. The other week an undertaker in the back of a passing hearse smiled and waved at me (it sounds as if I'm joking, but disturbingly I'm not) and just now a French man who looked very much like Clark Gable moved to one side on the bridge so I could pass, while blasting out Unchained Melody on a portable DVD player tucked under his arm.