Next stop Edinburgh

Hey groovers. So it’s time to pack up my programme box for a couple of week and tend to the garden. It is a beautiful thing but that has nothing to do with me. It is a fierce and wonderful thing that follows rules I rely on others to interpret. My bit is to cut the lawn, everything else is a mystery. I’m reading up though so will soon add Gardeners Question Time to my list of radio conquests. In the meantime…

No film show for me so all my energies have gone into diving which year the mystic goblin of fate wishes to see on the ARFO. I have waited and I have seen. The mists parted and I discerned the smoke of a thousand years shaped in the form of the numbers 1982. Yes please! Thank you mystic goblin! It’s bubble perm time lads! Welcome to the first test tube babies, Pope JP2 and Ronald Reagan were in the UK and the Mary Rose-sunk in 1545- was raised in the Solent. At the movies it’s Tootsie, E.T. and Ghandi and on your radio? Who wants what?

Meantime I’m guessing 765.

Edinburgh beckons, I’m packing the jumpers already.

Now what’s this feathered malden and mulching all about...