Dear Diary, talk about a busy Tuesday…
8 am: Dazzletime!
This is my 'Brush with genius' look.
10.40 am: And I wrote this one for Schubert
Heh heh heh. You said pianist.
12.00: Star Trekkin’ across the Carpet of Doom
He's purple and his friends look weird. Beam me the heck outta here Scotty!
2 pm: Afternoon literature catchup
This guy reminds me of something... It'll come to me.
5 pm: There’s only one word springs to mind, Mrs Hubbard.
7 pm: Bare!
What what now? Camera? Oh goodie!
Don’t you worry, Daddio. I won’t make this face.
Let me just get settled here…
Nyah hah hah!
Whassat? Oh, I thought you said you DID want it sticking out!
Are we there ye- Oh hang on…
I just have to do this, erm, thing that- no don’t you dare! I look HUGE in these…
I just remembered I left the keys in the, erm, microwave…
And the, erm, bathtub is overflowing with the, uh, parking meter thing… running out…
‘I’ll tell you what kids, I wasn’t crazy about the rinse cycle
but the drying programme works like gangbusters.’
‘I’m going again. I’m going again!
Now where’d I leave the damn keys of this deathtrap?’
* Do not try this at home. Who needs mopping up two gallons of soapy water from the kitchen floor? That’s what neighbours’ kitchens are for.