In the ancient Mouser Myths there is the story of Orfeline, he of the rich, loud, amorous voice, and Euridicat the love his life for as long as he was able to chase the opposition away. Came the day, Eurdicat had some unfortunate encounter with a car and instead of being transported to cat heaven, or at least to a vet, his beloved had been dragged down into Badkitty by the dreaded Hell Cat. In this scene Orfeline has succeeded in pacifying the fierce neighbourhood dog who is so stupid he needs three heads; one to remember what he's done, one to think up what to do next and a third to watch out for cats. This he achieved by recalling the power and majesty of his magnificent singing voice and deciding not to use it, discretion being the better part of valour; let sleeping dogs lie, and all that... why cause trouble for yourself.
Anyway, this is Orfeline in Cat Hell, where so many of his human listeners have oft wished he would go, as painted in egg tempera and gum arabic by Samuel Palmer, don't I just wish! Another sexton blake rolls out of the digital dark room.
This is, in fact, one of the square paving stones set in a line around the Albert Memorial, where I failed to meet the UK deviants for a group photo on Saturday. I did see people at the picnic. Anyway, did you know that From The Underworld is the only song by Peter Frampton and The Herd that anyone remembers? [link]