October 12 Barroso unveils crisis 'roadmap'

That was how it began, a ghetto blaster operated by a man with a face like blotting paper. Since the invasion it'd been like this, so many changes. Men fell from the sky, their faces painted, teachers disappeared overnight, walls gave way to secret passages.

The song tells the story of Barroso, he who brings presents wrapped in puzzles, they open outwards, too wide, their edges fall back on themselves and fold inside the holes left. It makes sense when she sings it, in her accent, the song's been number one for months now.

I'm standing on the beach looking for a game of chess. This is how it starts.