SANDIE SHAW

I was just enjoying my morning coffee when there was a timid knock at the kitchen door. 

Nothing happened, so I called out 'Come in!' and Byron entered the room.

Without meeting my eye (I think he's still a bit shy around me) he announced, in a very quiet voice, 'Excuse me, Mr Wilson's New Dad, but Wilson would like to show you something in the dining room.'

I followed him in, and saw Wilson holding a can of beer in one paw and a can of lemonade in the other, while a strange, bifurcated drinking straw emerged from his mouth.

Removing the straw, he exclaimed, 'Look what Byron and me have just invented — it's a straw that makes shandy while you drink it!'

I had to admit it was... novel. 

'What's it called?' I asked.

'Well, we were going to call it the Shandy Straw, but then we thought of naming it the Sandie Shaw — in a kind of Spoonerismistic homage to the gamine and barefoot 60s chanteuse and Eurovision winner of the same name!'

'It's like Rhyming Slang!' Byron added, growing bolder.

Wilson suddenly laid an arm round Byron's shoulders and shouted, 'What a team — we are UNSTOPPABLE!'