I was to meet someone to take him to one of our programmes. Though I described my distinctive Magic Bus T-shirt in detail, he wanted to be sure I too could find him. “I’m in a blue and white stripped shirt”, said he.
I knew he meant a shirt with stripes, not one that had been reduced to shreds, but I still spent a few pleasant moments wondering what might have caused the shirt to be torn off his body.
When I finally met him, with his shirt intact, it was quite an effort just to maintain a straight face.