Julian Cope presents Head Heritage

Having said that, if your bband was playing up Tiompan, you didnae miss much. Pretty much standard yoghurt-weaving fare, a bit of dowsing, a bit of drumming, thankfully no chanting, and all liberally sprinkled with that wonderful new-age ability to accept wishful ideas as facts.

It failed to convince me to buy the book. But I demand kudos for watching the whole thing and only making a derisory snorting noise once. At least only once out loud. For I wanted to do so on more than one occasion and suppressed it in the name of politeness, but sometimes you just can't contain a derisory snorting noise. Sorry.