Even Weasels have musical taste

So picture the scene:

In your remote highland village is the holiday home of one of the most pompous and talentless music stars of his generation - the sort of person that is only about 30 seconds away from his next, "Do you know who I am?"

One Saturday night you and Chick get completely pished and decide to teach the absent prima donna a lesson. Chick perhaps goes too far when he lays a log in the guys bed, but, hey, that's Rock and Roll.

Sunday morning comes along, all Wee Free hell and damnation and hung over regrets. Sitting over a mid-afternoon reviver you and Chick envision police involvement, London lawyers and, when you remember the jobby, mediaeval retribution.

Then Chick smiles from over his pint, and says the magic words - Pine Marten!