Loved-Up On Happy Pills

He turns up each month waving paper with words on insisting he’s a columnist. We think he might be lost.

Our erstwhile columnist has been let out to play. He’s treading the boards at the Edinburgh Fringe. Brace yourselves because he’s fretting. And when he frets, there’s generally Windowlene involved

Events have taken a strange turn, but events are always strange when our loose screw columnist is in the house

Turns out our resident columnist also enjoys throwing shapes on the dancefloor. You should see him do the fandango. Very, very frightening