Whilst Todas Las Notas is virtually unknown to English talking viewers, it is translated into over 50 languages and is screened to more than 70% of the non-English talking world.

The show has a long history of casting look-a-likes in key roles, both local and world politicians, including, famously, a George W Bush look-a-like as a drunken playboy interested in boozing and loose morals, during the period 2000-2008.

Mitt Romney’s look-i-like character, Dr Win, is a chief surgeon at the Comodidad del Hospital.

Dr Win joined the Comodidad at a difficult time for the recently rebuilt hospital. He was one of the first new physicians on the scene after a plane had crashed into the operating theater that killed 5 of the regular characters.

Dr Win won the hearts of the surviving physicians and nurses as he worked senselessly hard without caring for his own welfare for over 64 hours, helping those in need and even a few bystanders who had turned up to do a tiny rubber necking at the carnage.

Tomorrow: Todas Las Notas update. Dr Win’s fainting fits require medical attention… but who can help the hero doc?

“When I realised what was happening I was shocked, but I didn’t want to let him away with the money.

“I lifted up the stool and began defending myself. He had this eight-inch kitchen knife and I kept hitting him with the stool.

“He kept coming back but eventually he just ran off.”

The man is described as white and tall with a stocky build, wearing a dark hooded top, blue jeans, brown Timberland boots, gloves and a grey Tammy hat.

A scarf or other item of clothing was covering his face.

Mr Ali has vowed not to let the robber stop him running his business, and opened the store as normal the next day.

“You just have to get on with things,” he said. “I’ve had a shop in Fauldhouse for years and nothing like this has happened to me before.

“I would like to state to the public, if you know who this person is, please help the police to find him.”

Lothian and Borders Police are appealing for witnesses to the incident.

An IT specialist by day, the 50-year-old is also a dedicated amateur goat herd. He’s turned the ground floor of his home into a makeshift barn and his garden into a farm yard, complete with water troughs and hanging hay dispensers.

Twitter has been awash with rumours of the man who takes his animals to graze the green around Croydon Minster and scrubland along the tram lines.

Despite having no farming experience, Mr Guilfoyle took the extraordinary step of rearing goats last June following success keeping bees.

The Irishman said: ‘They are herd animals, so at first I thought I’d get three. But you know how it is, you go out to purchase a family automobile and come home with a sports car.’

He stated he generally gets a positive reaction when out with the goats.

‘I’ve had a couple of run-ins with dog walkers and one of my goats was attacked in the park, but in general people like it. You have people here who have probably never even seen a live goat.’

He is keen to stress that his animals, two females and three castrated males, are not pets but livestock which are destined to be slaughtered.

‘I keep them for meat. I got them from a farm where they were destined for the pot but the farmer had bottle-reared them and couldn’t face doing it himself.’

Studying the skeleton, believed to be a female, Dr Sassoon soon noticed that it had the signs of a degenerative condition similar to human arthritis, that had eroded its left jaw joint, displacing the lower jaw to one side.

Marks on the bones showed it continued to feed despite the condition, but the jaw weakened and eventually broke, with fatal consequences.

Dr Sassoon said: “In the same way that aging humans develop arthritic hips, this old lady developed an arthritic jaw, and survived with her disability for some time.

“But an unhealed fracture on the jaw indicates that at some time the jaw weakened and eventually broke. With a broken jaw, the pliosaur would not have been able to feed and that final accident probably led to her demise.”

Professor Mike Benton, a collaborator on the project, said: “You can see these kinds of deformities in living animals, such as crocodiles or sperm whales and these animals can survive for years as long as they are still able to feed.

“But it must be painful. Remember that the fictional whale, Moby Dick from Herman Melville’s novel, was supposed to have had a crooked jaw!”

In a daring manoeuvre, the skydivers fly alongside the planes close enough to make eye contact with the pilots.

Red Bull Skydive team leader Paul Steiner, who coordinated the stunt involving 11 people and seven aircraft, said: “Normally the idea is to stay as far away as possible from other flying objects. Instead, we headed straight for them. We were even able to look the pilots straight in the eye. I’ve still got goose bumps.”

“The gliders are constantly moving around,” added Georg Lettner an experienced member of the Red Bull Skydive Team.

“It was definitely scary at times, but looking back it was an unbelievable experience. There are few things better than being able to look a pilot right in the eye as you fly alongside him.”

According to Mr Steiner it is the first time humans and aircraft have flown this close in formation.

“It is the first stunt of its kind in the world,” he said.

Another, Juxtapoz, said: “It seems that Mr. Banksy is commenting on the fact that the Union Jack you purchase is made by a kid with a really good sense of headwear style. We kid … or we don’t.”

It is not clear whether the location of the work, on the side of shop Poundland, is significant.

In 2010, the shop launched an inquiry after a seven-year-old boy was found to be working 100 hours a week in an Indian sweatshop, producing items for the store.

At the time, a spokeswoman said: “Poundland does not tolerate child labour under any circumstances and will not work with companies that employ children.”

Banksy, who began showcasing his work in Bristol, is known for his satirical and subversive graffiti with underlying social commentary.

Among his most famous creations include an image of a naked man hanging from his lover’s window while her husband came home, a picture of a small girl holding a red heart-shaped balloon, and two male policeman kissing.

An artist of some controversy, his works have been much debated by councils and members of the public, in order to decide whether it should be removed as graffiti or left in situ as art.

He once climbed into the penguin enclosure at London Zoo to scrawl “We’re bored of fish” on the wall”, and has had work hanging in the British Museum

Another, Juxtapoz, said: “It seems that Mr. Banksy is commenting on the fact that the Union Jack you purchase is made by a kid with a really good sense of headwear style. We kid … or we don’t.”

It is not clear whether the location of the work, on the side of shop Poundland, is significant.

In 2010, the shop launched an inquiry after a seven-year-old boy was found to be working 100 hours a week in an Indian sweatshop, producing items for the store.

At the time, a spokeswoman said: “Poundland does not tolerate child labour under any circumstances and will not work with companies that employ children.”

Banksy, who began showcasing his work in Bristol, is known for his satirical and subversive graffiti with underlying social commentary.

Among his most famous creations include an image of a naked man hanging from his lover’s window while her husband came home, a picture of a small girl holding a red heart-shaped balloon, and two male policeman kissing.

An artist of some controversy, his works have been much debated by councils and members of the public, in order to decide whether it should be removed as graffiti or left in situ as art.

He once climbed into the penguin enclosure at London Zoo to scrawl “We’re bored of fish” on the wall”, and has had work hanging in the British Museum

A rainbow is seen in the sky as lightning strikes after a rainstorm in Haikou, Hainan province, ChinaPicture: REUTERS/China Daily

Others walked past, shuffling by like mourners at a funeral. A dad led his son out. This was too much heartache for one so young to bear. All hope was gone, they thought.

United seemed destined to be champions again. Why always them?

What happened next will linger long in the memories, hearts and scrapbooks of City fans. What happened next defied belief.

When Edin Dzeko headed in with the clock showing 91 min 15 sec, the Etihad dared to dream. Hold on. Game on. Title race back on.

Then word filtered through that United had won. City had to score.

News followed from the Britannia that Bolton Wanderers had failed to secure the win they required to overtake QPR. City’s guests were safe.

They appeared to relax. City went for the jugular. Sergio Agüero went through the middle, exchanging passes with an off-balance Mario Balotelli, then shooting from right to left past Paddy Kenny, a shot that reverberated across town and rang out around the world. The clock showed 93 min 20 sec.

Agüero wheeled away, twirling his shirt above his head like Ryan Giggs at Villa Park in 1999, even though with rather less chest foliage.

According to City’s captain Vincent Kompany, tears were rolling down Agüero’s face as his team-mates caught up with him, all leaping on top of him.

As this merry mound of blue-shirted humanity writhed on the ground, Joe Hart was running around his half, arms outstretched.

Roberto Mancini raced along the touchline, resembling an elegant commuter rushing for the last train. He hugged David Platt as City’s backroom staff poured on to the pitch.

A few fans leapt the hoardings, running to shake Hart’s hand. The “chokers’’ headlines were ripped up, replaced with “champions”.

When some semblance of order was restored, Mike Dean restarted the game but not for long. His final whistle sounded like a starting pistol for many City fans, who jumped on to the pitch, a wave of emotion that had been building for 44 years.

Then came the anthems spilling out of the Etihad speakers, triggering a real sing-song, first Blue Moon then We are the Champions. The pitch then cleared quicker than the hangovers will.

Two legends from City’s golden era, Tony Book and Mike Summerbee, emerged from the ­tunnel, distinguished men bearing distinguished cargo: the Premier League trophy.

Mancini strode out, his usual City scarf replaced by an Italian flag ­knotted round his neck. His players followed, all wearing “Champions” shirts. Some were casually attired, Nigel de Jong wearing flip-flops. Some had dressed up, Gaël Clichy even spraying his hair blue.

Kompany lifted the trophy towards skies that turned blue for the occasion and the party really got started. Mancini showed an impressive turn of pace to escape those who wanted to soak him in champagne.

The players and their families paraded around the pitch. The whole stadium joined in as Oasis’ Wonderwall blasted out. City were champions. Maybe? Definitely.

The journey towards nirvana had been slow and difficult. The 90 minutes will mostly be forgotten as ­history celebrates stoppage-time.

City’s fans had started in good mood, waving their banners declaring them to be “Noisy Neighbours” and “Loud, Proud, Loyal” and guided by the “Spirit of 68”.

If anything, it had a feel of a testimonial, rather than an impassioned tilt for the title. Beach balls and inflatable bananas were lobbed around. Blue and white ticker tape streamed down. The bonhomie spread to the QPR fans when news came through that Bolton trailed at Stoke.

As QPR supporters smiled, scowls soon etched the face of their City counterparts. Wayne Rooney had scored at the ­Stadium of Light. Dark thoughts raced through City minds.

These were frustrating times. City were in control, enjoying the ball’s company for 81 per cent of the game. Mark Hughes’s side were defending too deep. Even their two strikers Bobby Zamora and Djibril Cissé spent more time defending their area than attacking City’s.

The pressure had to tell, though. Yaya Toure was clearly in pain, hobbling with a hamstring injury, but the Ivorian still managed to play his part as City took the lead on the cusp of half-time, ushering Pablo Zabaleta through on an angled run at goal. Kenny made a complete hash of the save, pushing the ball up, on to the post and in.

City fans were in party mood, in Poznan mood, celebrating manically a goal by a player brought to the Etihad by Hughes. As the players walked out for the second half, a City fan stood at the stop of a stairwell, offering his lucky stone for his peers to rub. There were many takers.

Their luck seemed out. Joleon Lescott, who has performed so ­diligently for City in recent months, made a rare error, misdirecting a header and Cissé swooped, drilling QPR level. Now it was the visitors’ turn to do the Poznan. This was the English soap opera writ large.

A familiar pantomime villain even made an appearance after 56 minute. Joey Barton claimed that Carlos Tévez started the contretemps, yet nothing forgave his response, an elbow that sent the Argentine tumbling.

The assistant referee, Andy Garratt, signalled to Dean and the forces of footballing law and order closed on Barton. Dean walked across to him, lifting the red card. Barton’s response was splenetic, the midfielder taking a walk on the wild side, kneeing Agüero, attempting to butt Kompany and trying to get at Mario Balotelli.

Blessed are the peacemakers; Micah Richards intervened, joining Eddie Niedzwiecki in shepherding Barton towards the tunnel. A long ban awaits, including three for the red, one for his second of the season and three more for violent conduct against Agüero.

Hughes acted, sacrificing Cissé. Armand Traoré galloped on and immediately had an impact, racing down the left, outstripping Kompany and crossing for Jamie Mackie to head the visitors ahead after 67 minutes.

Facing humiliation, Mancini sent on Dzeko for Gareth Barry, then Balotelli for Tévez. Some fans left. Most stayed, chanting: “We’re Manchester City; we’ll fight to the end”. They were true to their word. Some showdown, some season.

They have four small pearl-like button and a monogram of the Royal crown, along with two flowers on a stem with leaves, and are hemmed with crocheted lace.

The undergarment, which has a 26 inch waist and is 16 inches long, is advertised on the website as a “once in a lifetime opportunity to acquire and own a piece of collectible Royal memorabilia.”

The listing, which implores shoppers to use the opportunity to celebrate the Queen’s Jubilee, also notes: “Since Buckingham Palace or the garment maker have not confirm or deny the authenticity that this pair of underpants are from Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II, the estate can’t confirm its provenance and it is the buyer’s responsibility to do that on their own before bidding.”

Somewhat hopefully, it proclaims: “In either case this is an excellent example of a vintage undergarment of that era and very collectable.”

Dobronyi, who lived in America, was a jeweller, sculptor and artist, and has been called “the Hugh Hefner of Miami”.

Last year, a pair of knickers owned by Queen Victoria fetch £9,375 at a British auction house.