That’s an interesting word, isn’t it? Wainscotting… sounds like a little Dorset village, doesn’t it? Wainscotting.
This is a frightened city. Over these streets, over these houses hangs a pall of fear. An ugly kind of violence is rife, stalking the town. Yes, gangs of old ladies attacking fit, defenseless young men.
Happy 70th birthday, Michael Palin!