That's it. You'll hear about it tomorrow, those two Nancies will ditch the wives, climb a fence somewhere, while chuggin' Green Fairy juice, run into some lion or tiger or some other hapless, luckless creation and tomorrow we'll be reading about it in the papers, mark my words, those two Thelma and Louises are up to no good, they're using St Valentines as an excuse to start something.