A little anecdote I feel should not be entirely lost in the fading memory of time: Round the corner from the Cheese Shop in Greenwich, London, is a small shop selling excellent fresh fish. On the day of the election results my informant who works in the Cheese Shop observed a man outside, evidently the worse for drink, come round the corner from the fish shop and, taking a large prawn from a bag, held it in front of him. Staring into its beady black eyes he intoned: "It's a hung parliament! A hung parliament!" Just thought people should know.