Today is the day when an annoying little orange animal with wispy hair decides the future of the nation Punxsutawney Don emerges to pronounce on the state of, well, anything he fancies, really - despite being secluded for months in his gold-plated den with only his computer for company. His decisions are random, but somehow accepted by his “phaithphil phollowers” as prophetic. But, in fact, his declarations have been analysed, and found to have zero similarity to what actually happens These...

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