42 Vico Road, Dublin

[a brimstone-redolent whiff of propaganda? surely not]

But lo! Fortunatamento! The indigenous, (op)pressed minority at 5, Oak Crescent, Littlehampton, Mr. R. B. Treadle (diminished) of 17, The Beeches, Aberystwyth (forthwith) telephoned his twin-town and uncle Mr. Benjamin Tiberius Chang of 42 Vico Road, Dublin (just like the population of 5 Oak Crescent, Littlehampton), and explained, in Greek: "Help! It's a bit Chile round here! Can I come and live in your country bin with my 1.2 billion non-communicants?"

"Sorry, mate," responded Chang, giving a funny receiver-shake. "But 7,999,999 colleagues, fellow travellers and hairy morris-dancers are just staying for the millenium ()---->, it's so convenient."

Chang realised that his brothers, unlike Treadle's, were of luminous goat-gravel numerousness, and cleaned his shoes.

Treadle was a truly wise man and buggered off to be a Buddhist monk.

Moral: Only the Jolly Green Giant has enough toes.