Her name was Namesy and she lived in Homesy on a patch of land called Landsy.

Most people thought she was a figment of a brace of websites viewed by an algorithm linked to a quantum computing self-help guru-come-journalist.

But such assumptions are too obvious and risky because the neat “fit” leads to quick presumption and a luck of exploration and imagined outcomes.

When making soup one unusual ingredient can make it memorable.

So it is with description, tales and rants.