Lambananas

Do you know what a lambanana is? Half lamb, half banana, of course!

A couple of weeks ago I was in Liverpool...But more about that anon. On the way, I bumped into this lot, from Whitby High School in Ellesmere Port:


They thought Toonhead might be good enough to win the Cheshire book award. It wasn't (Derek Landy's Skulduggery Pleasant was).

Here I am with Jane Peck and Ann Cowsill, the organisers of the award:


Here's just one of the reviews:



Going to Ellesmere Port meant that I got to visit Chester, which looks like this:


All of it. Then it was onto Liverpool, where I was visiting St John Bosco school, along with Frank Cottrell Boyce and Bob Wilson. There I met a pirate, a lot of Pippi Longstockings, and a series of unfortunate wardrobe disasters. That's because they were all dressed up as favourite fictional characters. Oh, and there was a dalek. Sorry for the lack of pictures, but I was very busy and even as recently as this, I had no idea I'd end up blogging about it! I DO, however, have a picture of a lambanana:


It's not great I know – I took the picture from my taxi – but you get the idea. Anyway, Liverpool, 2008 City of Culture, has lambananas round every corner, after the original Super Lamb Banana created by artist Taro Chiezo ten years ago as an ironic comment on the dangers of genetic engineering.

Unexpected Item in Blogging Area

Here is your very own unexpected item!

It's taken me a long time to get around to blogging, I know. That's because I was scared. I thought the blog monster might take over my life, because as everyone knows, blog monsters are very tiny, but once they enter your bloodstream they multiply into squillions of blog monsters, and the next thing you know, you're drinking maximum strength coffee at 2am, staring with bloodshot eyes at the glowing screen, and telling the world about your last irritating encounter with the automatic checkout machine at Tesco's, when NOBODY CARES.

Here is a picture of a Blog Monster:


Beware. It probably will take over my life: if it does, and I do get really boring/pompous/snarky do please tell me off, won't you? Ta.