When you put scruff in the phone it comes out as pasted. Which this crowd are not.

The last time we saw Mr Scruff our enjoyment was somewhat curtailed by the fact that we were serving pints to the children of Cardiff at the time, so it's nice to be on full-time ligger duty this time round.

That said, he's choosing a lot of reggae and dub at the moment which makes us both sad and homicidal. Bad Scruff. Do something about it.

Happily, some random bloke has just planted a top hat covered in lights on our head. It's a right conversation starter, right up to the point when he comes and reclaims it anyway. We want another hat. Someone bring us one, stat!