Can't quite believe this, but it's real. The magic roundabout is Swindon town-planning's answer to the gaping maw of Hades, Dante's inferno, the dark side of the moon, Icarus's wings and Richard Desmond's mind in one neat little tarmac package. I genuinely fail to see the point of this monstrosity, and it's making me angry just thinking about it. Paul Daniels has more magic than this, and he doesn't even do shows any more.