BUS DRIVER
SOMETIMES THINGS JUST drop in your lap unexpectedly and at the last minute, like when you eat spaghetti bolognaise for the first time. In this particular instance it was an email from boss man Mitch who asked me to do this Editorial for him as he's stuck in the throne room driving the porcelains bus and calling for George. It seems he might have picked up a bug from somewhere or been the victim of some dodgy latenight eatery but he's having a non-stop technicolour yawn so I'm here instead. I've seen a lot of Editors come and go through the hallowed halls of ADB from the beginning right up to the present day but this is the first time I've ever been asked to step up to the crease and…