Kev F Sutherland was living the Edinburgh Fringe dream. He hadn’t been to bed following his Scottish Falsetto Sock Puppet Theatre show performance the previous night, yet he was still wide awake, chatting amiably to his fans from a spot on the floor to the left of Granny H’s Hexham sitting room fireplace. I listened from the knobbly green sofa, squashed against the right hand arm-rest, dressed only in a thin white towel. Kev enthused about his latest Socks sketch. His wee pals would work as agony aunts to Fringe audience members. Given my painful teenage experience of listening to Radio Tees’ Time to talk series in the 1970s, I urged Kev to think again. Wouldn’t it be funnier for the Socks to offer a holiday advice line instead?