On the morning of September 18th 1997 I was travelling by train to London when I started to think how, in times of ebbing religious faith, satire thrives.
I thought of Private Eye, and approved of its existence.
I especially liked the cartoons.
I thought back to one from the early eighties where a ring of skydivers had a dog amongst them!
Some minutes later a man sat down next to me and opened a copy of The Daily Telegraph.
On page six was a story, and photo, of a parachuting dog.