Ok it’s either a hedgehog with a funny human nose instead of a snout, unlikely but not impossible or it’s the old man from the Twits by Roald Dahl. The number of times I tried to spell his name, its trickier than you think and because I’ve written it you no longer have to. Please don’t thank me, think of it as a gift from me to you, and as a slippery slope to accepting gifts from an evil cult leader trying to lure you into bondage, some bondage, well, just a little bit before work on a Wednesday.
I think he may be chewing a cigar too, like Hannibal from the A-team, the old one, and the good one where no blood was spilt and we laughed at the hilarious banter between the team.
When I asked Mrs T what this reminded her of, she immediately said, without a pause; “A chicken” quite clearly insane!
Night night playmates, heres a tune for your trouble, don’t say I never give you anything.