aka Capri-Sol inferioris The Belgian once found an unexpected islet emerging from the sea at low tide. I can’t say for sure how long he was on there abusing himself before calling the society but large areas of sand were in an uproar. “My boys,” he said, “I shall make this a new Congo, that all of us might live well.” He gestured towards a pile of well-thumbed Roy of the Rovers comics – The President immediately began classifying them, and though I could not tell the logic behind his ordering, the Belgian seemed to appreciate his efforts.