Where the ghost of Smiler Grogan meets the mark of Waxy Noggins, Bullgoose is on the scent of another Bonalbo Beach House
What this fixation on W?
Two dozen eggs: fourteen cows’ worth of cream; a whole bottle of brandy; half a litre of vanilla essence …
‘Comparisons can be demeaning’
All was rosy until that fateful day he accepted an arduous job on Scotland Island
The Newton metres of lifting vs the friction of dragging…
Oh, the smoke! All through the house! Oh, the stench! Oh, the trouble he was in!
Little things could matter later
Bullgoose gets a big head as he pines to be a film maker