Licence to Kill Fill.

Had my first go with one of these gizmos at the weekend, much to the amusement of the parentals who were visiting (hence my absence at the meta-meet in Edinburgh.) General consensus was for me not to give up the day job just yet...

In other news, I came downstairs this morning to find Elvis The Cat staring at the armchair with an intensity that could only mean that something small, furry and scared was hiding in the vicinity. A short skirmish later and I'm in the garden, in my nightwear at 6:15am with a mouse in my hand, witnessed by Nicky from two doors down who'd come out to hang washing out.