Perplexed and staring at the CD, Crowley said, "It doesn't matter. It's been in the car more than a fortnight. It'll be Queen by now." But he knew that he'd never bought a wretched Lou Bega album.

Wondering if his car was becoming sentient, he wasn't paying all that much attention to driving and he narrowly missed hitting a small, older man out walking his small, older poodle. Zooming by with inches to spare, Crowley flipped him the bird just because and swerved into Lower Tadfield's nicest restaurant, the unfortunately named Black Boy Inn.