1. A small, half brown, large chested creature with a foot long tongue commonly found around various areas of
London. Rarely seen wearing anything except
black, she lurks
like a
spider in a web waiting to terrify the next person she meets. Typically smoking a customary Marlboro red and wearing ridiculously dangerous clumpy punky gothy
shoes, this creature is
one to look out for. This creature is partial to croissants and strange pizzas, so if you encounter her, you can offer her
one. She will accept.
In general, this creature spends her days drifting from coffee shop to alleyway to pub to park, often accompanied by one of her few acquaintances. A word of advice is not to wander around Soho with this creature
late at night. Despite what she tells you, she has no sense of direction, a feature of her personality not greatly aided by her inability to distinguish right from left.
This creature is very interested in pretentiously cultured aspects of society throughout the ages. She even went to a recent social gathering dressed as an Ancient Egyptian god. Geek. She hopes to be admitted to the 'Medea' lectures that her hospital
unit is offering, and after that to travel to the Middle East with a spade.
One surefire way to upset this creature is to say "Isobel" in a strange voice. Also, elbowing her in the breasts is a good
one too.
