Aren't we all, in the greater scheme of things, penguins? If you answer is 'of course we are bloody not penguins in any way shape or form' then I suggest you stay away from the basement. Unless you have Jeremy Irons is with you, or a kipper.

or some brains. (take that as you will)

Well, of *course* we're all penguins, in a certain sense. But that doesn't explain why this one has a big JI thing going on. But this quote I found elsewhere does: "Sometimes I think that the best fantasies are biologically out of reach--no chance for a disillusioning real life experience" Is that what's going on in his little penguin brain? ::clears throat:: Gods! Gods! Please do something! The insomnia is really, really bad! Please do something now! (3:15 am UK time)

Please note: I am not a penguin. There. Glad I got that off my chest. Now I'm waddling off to find some fresh fish, oops I mean breakfast.

Well Liz, that was exactly what I thought, but I didn't like to say anything. Want one of these sardines?

Sqwark! You know, I swear they get more human every day....

Look Fiona, you have already been outed as a penguin, some time ago--don't think i have forgotten. Jeremy Iron's well, okay, he isn't all that penguiny--but certainly very out of reach, especially if you have flippers.

But I haven't got.... oh, all right. I'll shut up.

Just so long as no other members are actually big hungry sealions in disgiuse...

Sqweep!! No one will find me here....

warbles: "Who shall have a fishy, on a little dishie, who shall have a fishie, when the boat comes in?" Dances off, forgetting fish entirely... "Dance for your Daddy, sing for your Mommy, Dance for your Daddy, when the boat comes in...."

OK, so we have penguins, eggnog, kippers, sardines, burning candles and Jeremy Irons. Is it me or is it starting to get a little... fragrant in here?