Then I did go out, and had a fight with the photocopier in Costcutter. None of the guys there could figure out how to reduce A3-A4 on it, either.
Improvised. Sent pack o'rubbish off to the Girlys.
Hey, who is it who wanted strips about 'a woman I admire'? I said I'd do one, although I haven't, yet, but-uh- don't know where to send it when I do.
I keep worrying that I'm having a stroke, 'cos those 'burning brain' adverts on TV scare me.