Julian Cope presents Head Heritage

I had that Geddy Lee nesting in my chimney breast last winter. Unfortunately, he had a mate, and nature taking it's course, I soon had a brood of beeked nosed bespactled testicular strangulated Canadian bass players making a right old din, I can tell you. I had to smoke the buggers out in the end. I am humane, so they were caged and then released 25 miles away, south of Nether Drabcock. Unfortuntaley, they have since settled in the nearby church steeple, and so that horrible cod reggae bit from 'Spirit of Radio' can be heard everytime they beome agitated by the church bells. Small children and dogs have also gone missing.

Avoid.