Teatime Tygers It’s written as a cautionary tale, obviously, one you can’t fail to spot. Even a retired mallet, gone to seed and having cracked his fair share of heads would leap out of his deathbed for this one. Devised by a hack with a nought degree, ECE, probably – into barrel-bottoming with a major in crayoning, fuzzy felt and tummy time. Couldn’t cut it as a teacher, throws on a dog collar to…