The piper shown above, more than usually full of hot air, is a gift from Mark. The poor maimed fella - one peg leg and a ferulle missing from his bass drone - is sailing over Bristol for reasons known only to his owner. I have more than my fair share of piping knick-knackery but whoever the said owner is he (Or she? No. Surely not.) may want to take a few deep breaths, relax, have a pint of that good English beer, and perhaps read an article or two on the nature of obsession and the cure thereof.