I have a mind-squatter living in my head. Some time ago I learned that his name is Canon Frockhart-Felatio-Wilson. This is what the queer little fella looks like...
This morning, whilst enjoying a Brazilian in The Room
of Mirrors, I saw him peering out of my left eye, the whiskery little
there you whiskery little bastard!" I exclaimed.
I could see
him mouthing some words and gesturing in an animated fashion, but, alack, I could hear nothing. Lorks! How frustrating it is. I shall have to wait for one of those rare occasions when the Canon "takes the air" through
one of my ears to converse with him.
Most of us
have mind-squatters, only we just don't realise. I hope, one day, to become a
mind-squatter myself. It would be interesting to get into other people's heads
and occasionally pop thoughts into their consciousness. Ratherer!