Of my first glimpse of the vile abominations I have this to say: there seemed to be four of them, slime-spewing, protoplasmic monstrosities draped in membranous cloaks of red, orange, lilac and powder blue. Their very presence was a ghastly affront to every known law of nature: it was as though Michael Winner had arrived at a fancy-dress party in the guise of Shirley Temple.
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