Mister Squeaky has returned from Stonehenge with a very wide grin on his face and large haul of booty including a few false beards - one of which is attached to a prosthetic ear, a sword which he alleges is Excalibur , a large smelly hand knitted jumper and last but not least a Wiltshire constabulary issue helmet.
Unfortunately low flying though the trilithions into a cloud of cannabis smoke has done his mental state no good whatsoever and he is currently hanging outside the window giggling to himself and making up limericks, the most recent one of which is..
There once was a hippy called Mike
Who rode to Stonehenge on a bike
But riding for miles
Played hell with his piles
And to bicycles he took a dislike
Come back McGonagall all is forgiven!
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