Pimpled Herbert

Spread some festive cheer we said. “I’ve bought a drum machine,” he said

It had to happen, our wotnot columnist person has been unleashed, let into the real world to talk out loud. To other people. Maybe you should go see him. We can’t, we’re washing the office that day

Our so-called “columnist” with a pile of words in some kind of order. His column feels like that day your parents moved house and didn’t think to mention it. Eh? Not happened to you? Just us then…

Starting 2018 as he means to go on, Our columinst has been working hard on his late copy excuses. This month: “my column is late, I ate the dog”

We think he might have started having lockdown fever dreams. Get a priest…

More random musings from Fat Roland. On his mind this month (as far as we can tell) is Cabaret