rioting? 18 August 2011
I’ve been in London working a lot over this last while – a new series for Comedy Central called THREESOME which you can see in October. But I still managed to see nothing of the recent riots. My television is simply plugged into the wall so I have v v fuzzy ITV and Channel 4 and that’s it so it’s usually not worth the bother of even switching on. So I missed any live action news, and there wasn’t a whisper of trouble in Soho where I am billeted. I like to tell people that we don’t riot in Soho, we party.
Back at the Dublin ranch Miss Alice is well and active and eating like there’s no tomorrow. I think she’s very much Richard’s cat as she loves to stretch out upon his lap of an evening and really doesn’t seem to be able to get the same level of comfort on mine AT ALL. I know she’s back to herself because she doesn’t want to be picked up anymore, though insists on plenty of rubs which I have to follow her around to administer. Herself and Brenda are fly killing machines extraordinaire right now too, and there’s often the body of a big spider to be found under a chair (in this way I feel v protected). Brenda isn’t interested in cuddles either but does hop up onto the table to give me the odd head butt which is a great compliment – it’s also a great scouting move for her in her quest to eat whatever I’m having. I once caught her lobbing a segment of tangerine onto the floor from a bowl of fruit salad I was enjoying so that she could lick off the yogurt – she looked bemused that I found that in any way ‘off’.
I have finished knitting the dog coat for a small creature that doesn’t exist, as part of my researches for the next book (which is for teens). It’s very cute, red, has a little hood and is now on a toy reindeer who is modelling it well. Ideally, I’d‘ve like to try it on one of the cats but they’d both take delight in flaying me for such outrageousness.
