It Brings You Together There once was a donkey who guarded a thistle – it’s true – nurtured purple, bruised blue, clopping daily from her barn to the Sky Glass widescreen – rating all crime dramas ever seen, ‘I feel depressed, distressed; there ain’t one of these I’ve missed.’ He nods; clears away the mess. In another place not far away which abutted, they had a power-out. Is that actually a…