One cold and starry night in December 1994, one tiny, beguiling creature poked its nose through its delicate eggshell in the dark recesses of a North London pub. He soon grew his whiskers and learned the ways of the world. He was often found alone in rooms making inimitable repetitive noises that would thereafter be stored on magical black discs. These disks quickly gained repute the world over, a
nd it wasn’t long before the animal could be seen poking his whiskers in hundreds of cities around the globe, so people may hear him making these strange noises in front of them. Cut to 17 years later, the creature was tired. It looked in the mirror in terror of its coming of imminent coming-of-age. All it saw was that long awkward word, Reverberations. “All these syllables, they are the wrinkles of my age!” it declared desperately. And without haste, the beast flew to Russia to see a plastic surgeon, who carefully gave it wonderful facelift free of any such “wrinkles”. Rejuvenated, the animal returned home as “RvS”.
