Every now and again I slip anchor from Even Monkeys Fall Out of Trees and scribble a few words for other like minded coves. Moonlighting, if you will. It never did Leo Sayer any harm. This week I put in a shift with The Rocking Vicar.
If you take a stroll over to the vicarage you'll see how the Angora goat joins the dots between jazz crooners and punks. That's right, this hillside roaming grass muncher is the missing link between Frank Sinatra and Johnny Rotten. Now there's a sentence I never thought I'd write.