The other night I was lying in bed, trying to fall asleep, and my brain was doing its usual merry skip from topic to unrelated topic. (This may lead you to believe that I am a lateral thinker. I am not. Speaking of which, I really must do a sudoku puzzle sometime soon.)
The following is the product of said attempt to fall asleep:
What author writes sordid, true-life tales of scarf knitting gone horribly wrong, complete with tell-all photos?