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names: John Joseph OтАЩDowd and the great Gerry Conlon.
To the main movers and shakers, writers of great skill and wondrous
workers: Lee Justice, Dave Baker, Billy Stirling, Alix Langridge, James
Shields, Stef Lancaster, and Michael Carroll.
And finally to the guy who runs it all, surprises me with ingenious ideas,
and insane capers, has a strange glint in his eye, a smile and a gift of the
gab that could charm the knickers off a nun. He has made Sproutlore what
it is, and what it continues to be, a wonderful fanclub. The best, to James
Bacon; my sincerest thanks, my good friend.
Acknowledgements also to Sean Gallagher, who thought up the title of
this book.


1
It was the day after the day after tomorrow and it was raining.
Upon this particular day, the rain was bilious green, which signified a
fair to middling toxicity and so was only hazardous to health if you actually
went out in it.
Will Starling would have to go out in it. He was presently employed and
wished to remain so.
тАЬWinsome Wendy Wainscot, Channel TwentyтАЩs wonderful weather
woman, says it will clear by Wednesday,тАЭ ventured WillтАЩs mum, a
moon-faced loon with a vermilion hairpiece and hips that were a hymn to
the hamburger. тАЬI could call you in sick, Will, and you could apply yourself
to doing a few odd jobs about the home.тАЭ
тАЬNo, thanks,тАЭ said Will.
тАЬBut some of the jobs are really odd. They would appeal to you.тАЭ
тАЬNo, thanks,тАЭ said Will, once again.
WillтАЩs portly father, a man who never said no to a native and took his
coffee as it came, raised a quizzical eyebrow to his lady wifeтАЩs banter. тАЬThe
lad has work to go to, woman,тАЭ said he, forking a sausage from the
mountainous pile upon his breakfasting plate, popping it into his mouth and
munching upon it. тАЬHe is now the winner of the cakes in this household,
and for this much thanks, my sweet Lord of the Laminates.тАЭ
The area in which these words were exchanged was the breakfasting
area of the Starling household, the household itself being housed in a
housing unit in a housing tower in the housing district of the Utility
Conurbation of Brentford, which was itself to be found to the west of The
Great London High Rise. The housing tower was three hundred and three
storeys high. The Starling household occupied a corner of the two hundred
and twenty-second floor. The windows of the breakfasting area,
triple-glazed in polarised polythene, faced east, which was always a
blessing on Tuesdays.
(Today, this particular day, this day after the day after tomorrow, was,
however, Monday.)
Regarding the breakfasting area itself, what might be said? Well, the
furnishings, at least, were not entirely without interest. Will sat at the
breakfasting table, upon a chair of his own design and construction, a
narrow chair of wood, of antique wood, of two-by-one.
 Much, of course, has been written of the wonders of two-by-one, hailed,