As I settled down to my hearty bowl of porridge the other morning, my eyes strayed casually to the cereal box in front of me and as I fixed my gaze once again upon his taught torso, I experienced the sudden realisation that the The Scott's Porage Oats Man and I, actually go back a very, very long way. You see it all started in the small Cotswold town of Witney in 1976, when I got my first job at the ripe old age of 13, a paper round for which I slaved for the princely sum of

As one of my 2018 mid-life crisis resolutions was to be more spontaneous and random, on a whim I called upon two simarly like-minded friends to drag themselves out of their toasty homes on a bitterly cold January evening and accompany me to the tiny fishing village of Burghead on the north-east Scottish coast. The conversation had gone something like this. "Do you fancy coming to the Burning of the Clavie festival in Burghead?" "What's it about? Is it Viking?" "I dont reall