sheldrake

So I wrote this story, and it was Piglet/Eeyore, but then I had, like, this idea, and I changed the names, and now it's Henry VIII/Cardinal Wolsey! Except then I changed my mind again, and now it can be anyone you like really. Although I like to think of it as Condoleeza Rice/Anne Widdecombe. And Ian has special permission to visualize Dermot Murnaghan whenever he wishes. ;)

I'm starting to wish I really had written that now.

Oh dear, my job is so very dull, especially when I have absolutely NOTHING to do! If only they'd let me have the Internet on my computer, I wouldn't have had to spend the afternoon drawing an incredibly detailed picture of a house in Corel Draw (complete with lichen on roof tiles), and talking to the studio manager about the history of the Labour Party.

And another thing. I like cats. But they are cats. Not little tiny people. If I have to listen to my flatmate trying to teach her cat to talk one more day... I shall... er. I don't know.

"Can you say 'Mummy'?"
"No! I can't! I'm a cat for God's sake!"