So Mrs Doonuthin comes downstairs from staring at her laptop... all pink in the face and excited. Seems she took the step to join a stop-motion animation site and posted a message on its message board... asking for comments on her films.And she got replies.
She rushes to the Saturday Night glass of Red, wittering on about "frame rates" and "tie-downs". (I kid you not.) And is generally... all of a fluster...Well - she doesn't get out much.
Say I: "Did they mention me?"
Say she - slurping the red stuff: "One person said your stretch and yawn in the Christmas film was very natural."
Apparently that tall lump of clay, Queenie, got very kind comments for "Audition". I say... that she can hardly find the audience at her audition. I say... claygirl can hardly stagger across the stage.
Moi! Moi! I was vivacious and laughing and all that stuff.
Does anybody mention me? Nada. Zilch.
There is no justice.
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