Fingermouse without the finger

I've been quiet for a bit, but it's mostly been for good reasons, like Rog. visiting, or going to fringe shows.

I feel I must record this, however. C in the office is what is known as "good value". She seemed very enthusiastic the other day about going to see Puppetry of the Penis--that magnet for screaming middle-aged women. Today she embarked on the subject again, but it rapidly emerged that she had misinterpreted it somewhat. She imagined it as like Fingermouse: lots of felt puppets, but with a substitute finger, you might say. Us lads however (and how do we instinctively know about this?) had to put her right.