“I hereby call this meeting to order!” cried Doyle, banging a large and imaginary gavel against the table. Bruce covered his ears and braced for impact, not entirely aware that the hammer which he had hallucinated into Doyle’s hand was not real.

Stu nodded sincerely at Doyle’s pronouncement, apparently satisfied that the meeting had, indeed, been called to order. Bruce uncovered his ears, cautiously, perhaps fearing another hammer swing.

We were seated around a table for the first official olilolo meeting of the year. Empty pie trays littered the scene, four or five deep in some places. Doyle attempted to sweep the mess aside, but the piles of rubbish toppled and scattered even further in every direction.

Two weeks ago I was unexpectedly visited by olilolo’s own Stu and Doyle at my house. “To what do I owe the pleasure,” I asked the pair, as I reached for my broom, “at midnight on a Tuesday?” I swept the shards of broken glass into a neat little pile beneath my bedroom window, while the guests untied their harnesses and caught their breath. Two abseiling ropes were hanging in through my broken window, where...

This interview took place during November, and will appear in the February issue of “Stallions: The Magazine for the Australian Corporate Go-Getter, and Horse Enthusiast.” ——————————————————————— Simple Genius: A Casual Conversation with Doyle. When five of the worlds wittiest and most amusing writers...

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