The radio played sombre music, and in between the songs the DJ was keeping it brief. Every few songs he'd say "we're sounding a little different today, for obvious reasons." I was grateful for the soothing tones of the music, having overindulged the night before, but my housemate, Cornelius, was beginning to chafe against it. He is a creature of routine, and accustomed to eating his Coco Pops or equivalent generic supermarket alternative along to a humorous feature on the radio show called "Guess my Sandwich". Its absence was causing him some grief. "So the Generalissimo has passed" he said "Does this mean I must be a monk? Eat in silence?" The obvious reason as referred to by the unusually hushed tones of the DJ was the death of the beloved father of our nation, Generalissimo Juan-Manuel Featherstonehaugh. It was being reported that he had suffered a deep and profound illness after failing to digest some poor quality crab sticks. It came...