Theresa was talking about her life's ambitions, and it got me thinking.
For the last couple of years, I've secretly wanted to be the person on a sci-fi TV show writing staff who makes up the alien languages.
I think I could get people in heavy make-up to say some very untoward things, and no one would be the wiser.
I'd sit and home watching and crack up every time an alien would shout and only I would know it was saying something like "Stop, there, filthy asparagus-eating poodle! My mother wanted to invite you to dinner! Don't forget to soil your hankerchief with my chocolate pudding."
Actually, I think that might land me in an institution.
So never mind.
