On Thursday, I resigned from my job working for a local authority. I was later abducted and found myself in The Village. Number 2 is quite keen to know why I resigned.
Number 2 is quite friendly but does insist on getting Rover to smother me when I try to escape. And being pumped with truth drugs plays havoc with my digestion. But there are some benefits. No council tax to pay and the chance to wear some really FAB 60's clothes. But the greatest bonus is turning on the telly and not having to be bored stupid hearing about the forthcoming Royal Wedding!
But will I escape in time for the Wednesday Breakfast Show????? And who is Number 1??????
Be seeing you!
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