The troll has been bellowing and thumping his chest all week. Not because he has accomplished anything of significance (the very concept would be alien to a troll) but because he has gone out and bought something. As is often the case, he was out of his depth and (well) outside his budget.
Rather than sniffing out a bargain in the murky waters of ebay the troll wandered out into the bright lights of the open market. And when the troll sticks his head out in the real world it is usually to reflect on a significant event or opportunity that has passed him by. Such is the burden of a life of routine: the troll rarely catches the fleeting wind of opportunity.
Very occasionally, the wind of opportunity blows twice from the same direction.
Hilary Stone’s (http://hilarystone.com/index.html) mid 1950‘s Thanet Silverlight:
The best of British (with a bit of French).