In a cross between ‘Last Of The Summer Wine’ and ‘One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest’, set against a backdrop of the brave new world of New Labour’s end of honeymoon, Fred is the Last Cynical Optimistic Realist. Believing that he’s found the perfect niche - three square meals a day plus all the newspapers he can read just for occasionally pretending to be mad - he’s not going to be the one to rock the apple cart. Oh, no. Safe from the wiles of women and the woes of the world, he’s not going to rock the boat. Oh, no. No, he’s just going to sit and observe, and comment quietly on the insanity of life outside. Well, maybe just one little tug of the loose strand of wool on life’s jersey …