Winning the trust of a small and exuberant feral kitten, a minor toe-slicing operation in order to squeeze unceremoniously into a laughable pair of pointy shoes, a couple of hours' trash tv, the sweet dull hum of radio 4 occasionally interspersed with very very noisy music, and a selection of yellow food... oh, and all the while, the semblance of work goes on..
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
Thom Yorke, clearly. And all living relatives, associates and acquaintances. Oh dear.
