The end of the rainbow is in the middle of the M25, it has been discovered. How rubbish is that?
An eagle-eyed motorist, who we sincerely hope was in the passenger seat, spotted it and snapped it as it appeared to hit the tarmac in a flash of white light.
But after being mythologised in song, poetry, literature and folklore, it’s now been found in the central carriageway on a stretch of the world’s dullest motorway in Surrey.
No pot of gold, no leprechaun… nothing. It’s akin to the crushing realisation that Santa was just your dad in his wellies and a nylon rented outfit that smelled like a wet dog.
(Image: Janice M Thomas)