C'mon, fess up, you've missed me aintcha? Me and him had a discussion today. I need to get his ass moving now, I don't intend to eat Crappofin Super-Value Tuna flavoured mush out of a can no more. It may be dolphin friendly, but it ain't no friend of mine. Winnie eats it, but she's a scag. She eats spud peelings up the garden too - eeyuoogh...
Right, so what's been the hold up then? Him, innit? Has a million ideas a second, and takes an action a year. So we had this discussion, let's just say it got a bit heated, ok very heated, look, he takes loads of vitamin C and zinc OK? The wounds are bound to stop oozing soon. Winnie tried to interfere like she does, and I had to remonstrate with her. A shorter tail suits her. So there we were, chatting loudly, when I told him that there is a difference between him and a writer. Writers write. He don't. Did I say this was going be rocket science 101??
