Max asks: I don't suppose there's any chance that the very entertaining Mongolian barbecue restaurant is still alive and well in Marjoribanks Street?

Well, if the pile of skulls, the blood running down the gutter, the small, shaggy ponies tied up everywhere, pointy, sharp objects flying about and yelling and screaming are anything to go by, yes.

But, of course, it could be just another normal Friday night in Courtenay Place ...


The idiot also known as Capfka ...