Sounds fab PR. The toffee crisp, obviously, not the 8 legged things.
Am currently stuck revising. Bastarding exams. Dog has finally stopped charging at stuff.
Which reminds me of something else. Nearly a year to the day since PussyPig tried to kill himself, PuppyPig thought she'd have a go too. We were all relaxed watching somehing highbrow Britains got talent whilst she chewed her (artificial) bone, when all of a sudden she started screaming, literally screaming. Twas horrendous, and went on and on, she was frothig at the mouth. Frantic 10pm phonecall to the vet ensued, but luckily after a lot of retching and some impressive burps, the bone was dislodged and peace was restored. Phew. Bloody suicidal pets.