The Body in the Flowerbed

When your first publicity stunt pushes the General Election result off the front page, what do you do for an encore? This was a question I was asking myself in 1975 when Plymouth Rag Week came around again. After all, this was my last chance. My finals were eight weeks away and if I didn’t organise something, I’d have to revise.

I spent days thinking. The previous year I’d liberated the country next door. Was France up for another revolution? How easy was it to build a guillotine?

Then it came...