Oh, for Circe's sake! My colours are all frozen. It's a wonder my pipes haven't joined them. I think it's the old wonky faucet that's saved them.

Maybe I should just become a slag. Think I could afford heat then?

Hmmm. I think I have a lighter around here somewhere. That should thaw them. I think. Or maybe I should just crack them out of their tins and rub them about on the parchment. Ice art! Wouldn't that be lovely?

Graemey Graeme Graeme! Want to help me with my lines? I need to know the entire first act by the end of the week. I'm supposed to put on a German accent. And it's bloody dreadful at the moment, I'm afraid.