Duck looks across from the Minstrels' Gallery. He watches as a somewhat jellified squid curls itself into a circle in the pit of what by now is just lime flavoured slime. He fluffs up his feathers, turns slowly and disappears into the shadows which extend behind the pews and domino boards. Who knows where he might end up. The search party has not yet returned since the last time someone traversed that way....
Oh Well.
We shall see what the year holds in store!
Quack!!!!
Geoff the Duck.