Ah Rogers, can't he give it a rest?
The lad confided in me that the year was to be spent writing his memoirs and composing a stage musical purely for the litany of schools he had attended, whilst obtaining a well deserved paunch. "Givin' up and Getting Fat" essentially.
I caught wind of the "Luxury Of Hysteria" project when frequenting a charming house of ill repute in the back streets of Fitzroy. The talk in the, err, waiting room was abuzz with the rumours of Rogers' return from his tropical retreat armed to his chipped teeth with...