Friday night: an apeology

Can I say about Friday night how very sorry I am that you have none of you have yet apologised to me for your behaviour. What a disgraceful shower, and carrying on like that in Club Derrig!

Child worrier

Yes, it's the return of the old Devil's Haircut himself.

Here we see Geoff "Stoned" Mason, as captured by Beattie who found him stumbling around the Isle of White looking for a bunch of kids to bother with his enormous imagined knowledge of Fly Agaric and other fruits of the forest, man.

Having escaped from a full-time job irritating the imprisoned, he is now a peripatetic oral historian of innerspace flights of fancy.

Surely there must be a lockable cage for him somewhere.

Foiled again

Having made a close survey of all the available information on the weboblog, I am now able to reveal my own plan to avoid pig cold.

I do this neither to inflame nor dash cold water on the crazed panic currently gripping the entire planet.

The media has a responsibility to keep people informed and ACCURATELY INFORMED, Braisers, d'you hear?

It is in this spirit that I share with all those millions of fearful souls the one sure fire way of keeping those wicked germs away from your respiracles.

And, of course, you can make this at home.

An infinite number of monkeys...

"Is that working?...OK, wait a minute...How about now?...Which button?...No it's not...Press what?...OK...what about now?...No?...I think it's your end...Hang on...Still not going through?...Let me try something...Now?...Oh...Let me ask someone...oh, a '9' first...And?...No?...Er...No I definitely think its your phone...No...Still no?..."

Ad infinitum.

John or Harry? Harry or John?