After a recent Green Party debate (we’re not members; we just go for the vicarious glamour) we were all led past a table with party literature, including those “Nuclear power? No, thanks!” badges that have been around since the sixties. A particular badge caught K’s eye, and she said “Oh! They’ve got a Welsh one!” and swiped it. “What are the chances?” I said, in my most hilarious impression of Harry Hill.
It turns out it wasn’t Welsh at all. And searching for the phrase yields a Googlewhack, the results of which suggest it was even more surprising to find the badge at a random east-Cotswolds meeting of minds. Slim chances indeed.