I could have sworn I had the body of Neve Campbell in the third Scream film. When she’s all walking-round-the-ranch-with-her-dog? All long-limbed and rangy? Older, wiser than the naive Neve of One and Two but still pert and perky? You know?
Then I catch a glimpse in a window or a picture glass (we have very few mirrors I just realised) and I get a terrible fright. I’m not Jabba the Hutt but I’m sure packing the poundage… Jeez! How do I keep forgetting?
It’s this forgetting that’s getting me into trouble…
bibs & nibs 