Morten Harket stole my trousers

A kazoo, cool sunglasses and a hard-boiled egg

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…

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

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