#51034 - ” he hissed the final word of the sentence, adding a muttered “Imperialist Western junk food, pah! It is as bad as your infidel movies!” “Huh-uh, huh-uh, huh-uh, like what movies, dude?” enquired #2 The answer was sharp “Like your foolish 'Flintstones' – my cousins in Dubai do not like it. He had ducked behind a tall-backed chair, and slowly followed the unknowing #2 up the staircase. ” continued Ivan “They make all sorts of strange electronic type sounds, that people pretend to appreciate but really no-one likes or understands them, its all some arty-farty bollocks!” Suddenly, led by Kitty Parry, female voices burst into song, as Mrs Keneally, Tamara and Annelle joined in a sweet choral tune: “Isn't it rich? Are we a pair? Me here at last on the ground, You in mid-air.