NEWS   That Frank Rabbit certainly didn’t learn from Dirk Bobtail's mistakes did he? His Carlsberg tears have turned into deep salty lakes. If Johnny Winter walked amongst these lakes now and leafed through history’s sodden pages, what would he make of all the Frank Rabbit and the Bobtails guitar solos played in his glorious name? How would he cope? Could we offer him any tips? eg Make ‘em laugh, Johnny and you’re half way there?On the other hand, inappropriately timed comments like "Now we’re quaking in our Beatle boots as the big boned beefcake glares and strides towards us - axe in hand" are simply a waste of rabbit-breath. “We’re a proper family and I need a drink.” I say in our defence. “What you need is another f***ing lobotomy!”roars a drunken amoeba, swinging at me with a hardback copy of ‘Chariots of the Gods’ by Eric Von Danniken. I duck and it hits Johnny hard on his pale thigh. “You’re bang out of order!” he roars and I get an inkling of how the money lenders must have felt when he lost his rag with them in the temple of Rock.