I’m in hiding – the Leprechaun’s gone mad. Sweet, loveable, creature my…er…foot. I can’t possibly show my face around here at the moment, so I’ve found a secure place to hide until it calms down. I did think of asking Scally to hide me, but then thought better of it. Never mind selling me for 30 pieces of silver, she’d settle for a Malteser bar. And to be honest I’m hiding from her as well. I’ve not finished the story yet and she’s started to chase me for it. No, I’m safer well away from the pair of them for the time being.


So, back to the Leprechaun, typical Irish temper it’s got - goes up in the air like a bottle of pop. Fizz, bang! That’s obviously where the phrase ‘having / throwing a paddy’ comes from. I’ll just have to wait for the hot air to disperse and it calms down again. Funny the affect mentioning Cobweb’s name has on people, and I only told it to go and stick it's head around their door and say hello to her and the Gnome.


I found the Leprechaun at the bottom of my rainbow by the way; I swear to the Gods that it was up to no good, but I can’t prove it. You should have heard the language; it made be blush, so it did. It’s hardly my fault I trod on it.


Never mind, I’ve got my sandwiches, some cans of Pepsi and my note book. I can’t go near a computer for too long, they’ll track me down. It will give me a bit of time to continue writing without interruptions. Oh and I can tell you a bit more about 'Herself' whilst I’m here.


Pooky Verde. Cantankerous, Devious, Irish Leprechaun (elf). One of Ireland's fairy folk. Often takes the form of an apparently aged, diminutive man, but can be female - whatever form takes it's fancy. I think this one prefers to be female - it's always wearing a sparkly hairclip at any rate. They are frequently to be found in an intoxicated state (you're telling me), and are tricky fellows who like to play pranks on unsuspecting people. Legend has it that each has it's own crock of gold (this one swears - and I do mean swears - blind that it's broke and on Jobseekers Allowance).


And they have a temper - an Irish temper. In other words, if it starts ranting and raving, take cover as quickly as you can and don’t come out no matter what threats it utters. Be especially wary if it offers you a piece of home made cake. Oh, yes 'she' can cook, that’s not the problem – it’s just that it’s the devious side kicking in. She’ll offer you the cake with one hand and go for your knees with a baseball bat with the other.


Anyway, I better log off now - I’ve been on too long as it is. It's not safe.