I do not know this Debbie Downer.

It does?

Cinderotica was amazingly filthy! Really good story too. Essentially Buttons, Cinderalla's best friend, is in love with Cinderella who gets engaged to a rather obnoxious and dim Prince Charming of Wales she met at a student party. Meanwhile the Gair Rhydd (our uni student paper) is led by an evil sorceress who employs the lead journalist to kill Cinderalla on her wedding day, so they can write an article to win the 'Guardian Student Media Award', which is really a horcrux allowing her to unleash evil: "As evil as Voldemort?" "No, far worse. Imagine if Voldemort was a paedophile." So they're trying to make sure the wedding goes ahead so they can kill Cinderella, Buttons with a variety of friends and some disgraced camp fairy mafia-Godfathers is trying to win Cinderella's heart, and the Prince is off on a quest through Panto land with Cinderella's drunk stepmother to find Cinderalla's lost (and it turns out dead) father via a dildo obsessed Red Riding Hood, a lost Aladdin (who they accidentally kill), and a Dick Wittington who is a little too fond of his pussy (cat). Twas fun.

Ouch.

Difficult to say... The major depression lasted a year and a half, but I have small bouts of depression about once every month or two anyway, each time usually lasting 2-4 weeks. Which is why my mental health trainee nurse housemate diagnosed me with possible mild manic depression last term! Whatever it is it's annoying, but I just get on with it now. Or try to at any rate.

I want the pumpkin pie bit.