'I'm beginning to think I must be indestructible,' you say after Donald has spent half an hour peeling you off the floor. You are now roughly the same shape as a pancake, so he rolls you up and puts you in a cardboard tube to stop you blowing away.

Suddenly you hear the sound of approaching footsteps. From inside the tube it is very difficult to see what is going on in the room, but you can just make out a figure in a pink suit. He is wearing purple lipstick and has a very effeminate walk. All of a sudden he hurtles up behind Donald and thrusts a pickaxe into his head. Donald falls to the floor, apparantly dead! Then, a moment later he is up and on his feet again, shouting 'It's murder in here, isn't it?' He and his fake assasin burst into gales of laughter. If you wish to ask this strange character his name, click here. To build a replica of the Taj Mahal entirely from your own toenail clippings, click here. To start the book again from page one, click here.