We have a house in Oldham," says Ailz, "and it's full of stuff we think we can't live without, only we've just proved- by living here a year- that we can. I think we should bin it all."
I've been thinking the same.
First the baby owl ate a whole mouse.
Then it ate a whole newt.
Then it ate a whole frog.
Where does it put it all?
Mr Blettsworthy has been cast away on a cannibal island- where he survives by taking on the shamanic role of "sacred idiot". He too eats the euphemistically named "gifts of the Friend" because one has to fit in, doesn't one?
Restored to civilization, he finds The Great War is raging and enlists as a private because...