POOR TIMING

Once Wilson and Byron had carried the boxes of records into the dining room (where they will no doubt languish until next Xmas) they both sat at the table staring mournfully into space.

Wilson held up one of the vinyl singles and stared at it morosely.

'This,' he said, 'could have been the UK Xmas No1 hit record… if only my timing had been better.'

He sighed a dejected sigh. 

'Now, we shall never know. I might as well convert them all into Novelty Flower Pot Holders…'