Imagine, if you will, that I’m reciting all of this to you in the absolute gravelliest of tones – a voice that’s like a multi-tonne load cascading from a dumper truck that’s just returned from the deepest pits of an enormous quarry site. And I’ve been pouring neat whisky on my breakfast cereal and gargling small shards of flinty rock after brushing my teeth with sand. For many years, the empaahrr of the CG dahnosaur documentahries was thought to have…
