Matthew Teague

The first time I got on an aeroplane, I made sure I sat next to the window. We took off from a wet Gatwick. But this did not prevent me seeing a rooftop, onto which someone had painted the word 'Teas'. As if, upon landing, one might seek out the place or even defenestrate in mid-flight for the allure of tea. The point was that somebody had constructed the following (flawed) syllogism; aircraft fly over our roof, therefore you can see the roof from the aircraft, therefore the roof makes ...