Right. Raise you three liquorice allsorts, a stick of Edinburgh rock and (especially) a large handful of (aniseed) balls in this playground game that lacks any conprehensible rules.

Adrian Edmondson (as well as Jennifer Saunders) has made pots of dosh from writing so it's hardly a case of a struggling minstrel, more of a successful dilettante scriptwriter with time on his hands. What is surprising is not that he's doing what he does but that anyone is surprised that he is. If he didn't support the high-profile activities of his partner and daughter, they wouldn't have a lot to talk about around the breakfast table and probably wouldn't even live in the same house.

(I did hear a buzz that Eliza Carthy's dad is thinking of doing a few floor spots. What a chancer).