“I loathed myself again. My heart pounded beneath my stupid blousy gay shirt, and as ever, I found it absurd that I had done this a thousand times yet still battled with the same weary desire to be veiled in the shadows of a corner, to keep out of everyone’s way and let them enjoy themselves in peace.
Little Quaker, no name yet. Adorable: here he is nibbling Coopy’s lady:
EDIT: Great names, thank you. We have a winner: RT @baquetaUk How about Rasputin?
Google translates the title as ‘How I Control The View’.