Talcott Levy, about to be fired off like a literary rocket.

Heidi has. In her round robin to her increasingly over-subscribed Book Group she says 'Much as Mendelssohn continues to play second fiddle to the popular ubergenius Mozart, Talcott Levy is, with his new and now very over-awaited novel, which is more or less poised on the edge of his publisher's desk about to be fired off like a literary rocket, set to expose the unwarranted reputations of some very-high-ups in the art world, and whatever else it will be, it won't be pretty. Could Artogen please bring his special dessert and if everyone brings enough stuff we could do cocktails. Come on people step it up even Ambridge has a bookgroup we got to go one better.'

Mark's thing.

Mark's got one of his things on - has anyone else read anything by Talcott Levy?? because if you have you are a friend of Mark. He is OBSESSED. He says 'GO AWAY IM READING' and 'LISTEN TO THIS:' and 'THAT'S AMAZING!' and 'EXACTLY!' and 'HAHAHA!' all the time. His eyes SHINE. Would somebody please put me up for the summer, pop round and feed his fish, change his socks, rinse his beansprouts, update his status? Because Mark has left the building with Talcott Levy on his arm.

TALCOTT LEVY found in Terrapin Zero's cell.

when we were young in the underwater terrapin school we used to read a lot of books by Hadley Levy, the Doyenne of kitchen management and interior design. Ced was very keen, which was odd, except if you know about Ced and anything to do with kitchen gear. Enobarbus got an 'A', but it was one of the ones written in his own handwriting that none of us set any store by. Heidi was offered a place at The London Met (upper campus) on the strength of her essay on 'Hadley Levy and the possibility of rebirth', which was very short but like a hot academic knife through butter. Unfortunately, she never got to take up the place. (Terrapin Zero episode, for those who may remember.) Anyway, it is quite strange that on a routine visit to Terrapin Zero's undeservedly luxurious cell the other day I found him to be deeply engaged with a work of philosophical literature by a certain Talcott Levy, and he said to me 'Haven't you even heard of him you are more stupid and ill-informed than i thought, and your mother.'- which is typical of him so i ignored it. As he rudely finished the book in my presence i was able to take it home to read myself, and it turns out it is THE Talcott Levy, who Hadley Levy used to bring into the kitchen in management classes, and use to decorate the sofas in interior design! The only thing is, it's a bit of a blow to Heidi's confidence (again), as she was due to bring out 'Might I Have A Word About Sunbathing' in 2 weeks' time, which by that time the whole world's going to realise there's no point in buying anything other than Talcott Levy's latest novel.
On another note, does anyone know what to have with fish?

Mark's a writer and Ced's a poisoner.

A notice for all involved in the production of Mark's new book, 'Telling Times': there will be a meeting this evening to determine the approximate length of time we are prepared to put up with this ridiculous charade.
On another note, does anyone know what to do with a lot of onion skin marmalade, which may or may not (it's obvious which) have been made by Ced, who is exhibiting more and more signs of the poisoner personality as Summer approaches, as usual? Would anyone who remembers EXACTLY what happened last time and MADE NOTES please get in touch. Ced is currently trying to draw Heidi into his summer-spun web of deceit and we must stop it if we can.
Aswell as his writing, of course, Mark has all sorts of projects, some of which involve me, and are entirely private.

Marmalade Magic and The Aftershock.

Mark has been making the most amazing marmalade, the method for which was taught him in a dream by an underwater terrapin-helper. Mark has always been able to remember any dreams he has, asleep or awake, and also to learn from them; Mark is a lot more evolved than most people. The marmalade is made almost entirely of the Underwater Oranges of Doom, but the terrapin method neutralises the doom, thank goodness. He has never let on what exactly he does but Ced rather cynically suggested it might be down to nothing more than the old terrapin magic, which generally does one ot two nice things in return for a lot of grief and we don't want to encourage especially after the last time. Even if the marmalade is as good as this it really isn't worth that sort of massively outbalancing downturn with, potentially, years of aftershock.

Terrapin Zero has a loyal twin.

Heidi has been doing some tracing on the internet and found out a whole lot of stuff she'd rather not know about Ced. No-one's seen Ced for ages, not even the back of him, although when there was all that confusion over the eggs and who did and didn't get them, everyone thought it was probably him turning up again. Anyway, Heidi got into Terrapin Zero's appalling website and discovered a recent poem Ced had had published there; apparently he has been writing to Terrapin Zero for quite some time, and has got himself onto his list of visitors, which must probably be only him unless Terrapin Zero has a loyal twin, which is the only likely scenario.

Trouble Is as Trouble Does.

The way things are going, there won't be any parsnips left for anyone, the way Heidi's been eating them. And if you want an example of something that's just waiting to happen, you just have to look at Enobarbus. Trouble is as trouble does, you'd be mad not to think.
Quite apart from the parsnips, Heidi's got a new puppy, again, altho she says she was really trying not to. it's another underwater jackadoodle. Unfortunately she hasn't seen it for a while and the last time she did it was running after Terrapin Zero with a suitcase. On another note, has anyone get a way that you can completely bypass the whole ridiculous thing of christmas altogether and go off into the broad sunlit uplands instead? I would like to do that as soon as possible.