Only the other day on this blog, Dominic Rivron mentioned Polly Clark's sad poem 'Elvis, the Performing Octopus'. Today in the news, I was intrigued to read about Paul, the German octopus, who predicts the outcome of matches in the World Cup. So far he has an almost faultless track record. In their anger at his accuracy, some Argentinians are reported as saying they want to eat him. How very human of them! Poor old Paul! Don't eat the messenger, that's what I say. Go, Paul!