I met Time-Travelling Ted yesterday. I was having a drink with a pal in his local, and as we stood with a foot each on the brass rail, he was pointing out some of the faces. “That’s Time-Travelling Ted,” said Martyn. “OK…,” I replied, leaving a pause which I hoped he might plug with a bit of background. Martyn didn’t disappoint. “Ted lives in a flat above the pub.” “This pub?” “This pub. Anyway, a few years ago he came down to the bar one lunchtime, but couldn’t understand wh