Lobo Lobo wasn’t in the best of moods. “Arre men Dikuna, tenshun tenshun tenshun, wot to say, she’s eating my head, full bheja fry men. She toh told me to, ufffff men, sumtimes I tink, I should have married anudder dame,” my cable technician said, completely distraught.

“Slow down Lobo Lobo, what’s happened and who are we talking about?”