Random Wibble from a Textually Loquacious Word Freak
I’m a freelance writer, I’ve just written my second novel, and I can hold seventeen pencils under each breast. During my 37 years on this planet I’ve been a Scrabble fanatic, a trapeze artist, a maths and philosophy graduate, a cleaner, a revolutionary socialist, a hedonist, a lesbian vegetarian women-only workers’ co-op member and a meat-eating heterosexual computer programmer. I live in inner city Manchester, in a decrepit house with bits of old ship in the cellar, a dismembered shop dummy in the garden, a child on the sofa and a journalist in the bed. I once went to trapeze lessons for a whole year. I loved being upside down and in the sky, but I wasn’t very good at it. I was never really a trapeze artist. An interview with me. Me Me Me Me Me.
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Ace! I like hedgehogs (I still make regular donations to the British Hedgehog Preservation Society, which came into being to campaign for hedgehog escape ramps in cattle grids - otherwise they drown, you see).
We don't have them at home, though we have lots of slugs. I know hedgehogs are moderatly weell-defended, but we have a lot of neighbourhood cats, as well as a fair-sized fox population and many owls. (There's a biggish wood just across the road from us.)
Ally put a saucer of milk out the other night, and sat and watched while one came and did tipple-tails in the iddle of the saucer in his/her eagerness to lap up every last drop. Apparently it was very cute. We think we have two young'uns; we don't know if there is an accompanying adult.
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