The first rule of Scriptwrite Club...

I'm confused now. Is Smillew a poet from South Wales? Or are the poet, the scriptwriter, Smillew and the cats all figments of Philip Ogley's insomniac imagination? In which case who's Grandma? Do we dare turn the chair round, or will it be a Psycho moment?

I'm not sure I'll be able to sleep tonight. Or have a shower, anyway.