The 2010s According To Me
How do we sum up the last 10 years? “Ask Fats,” someone suggested. We wish we hadn’t…
Delia Derbyshire
“Who’s in the magazine this month so I can write about them?” “It’s Delia Derbyshire,” we said. What could possibly go wrong…
Acid House
He turns up each month waving paper with words on insisting he’s a columnist. We think he might be lost.
Moral Dilemmas
A waste of space? Sure, but our errant columnist came in pretty handy when we wanted someone to look after the office hamster while we were on our holidays…
A Wrestling Match With Adamski
We tried to hide our errant columnist’s blatherings, but looks like you’ve found them anyway. This time he’s got an interesting theory he’d like to tell you about…
Basingstoke. Kraftwerk. Karaoke slam.
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…
Sport Sport Sport
Pop it in the goal, mate. That was easily a hole in one, ref. He’s got a googly in the bunker. Sport!
Casio
You’ve found him! Our so-called columnist has moved. He is now officially the sport pages of electronic music. New home, same level of delusion…
Cattle
There would come a day, inevitably, when our so-called columnist would tip himself over the edge. That day has come, he has finally lost it and what broke him?
Cattle. CATTLE!
Amoeba blobby thing
When our so-called columnist gets ideas above his station, we hang him upside down in the stationery cupboard for a bit. We forgot we’d put him there this month. He went a bit odd, can you spot the difference?