The King of Cornwall
Euphemia's Brother
And This - 11
anyone for a sandwich? more biscuits anyone?
how about a light 3-course lunch (for we are busy people) - we could have a bowl of polar bear soup to start... followed by some fried kitten hearts (yum yum) and then a dolphin-pup soufflé, with custard... what say you?
silence in the room... and then, i'm sitting in the kitchen, i'm sitting at the laptop (no it's not a mac, fuck off, twat) i'm thinking i'll have a glass of whisky (but i don't drink) i'm thinking i'll switch the tv on (i have a tv in the kitchen? am i middle class?) i switch it on, turn up the volume... and the next contestant to leave the big brother house, Is... (and do i care? and, do i care? and do i dare to eat an orange?) Is... Is...
Mary Shelley! (and do you know, i'm glad, i didn't much care for the way she was looking at me, all gothic-like, nibbling on a bourbon, while i was discussing lunch)
