I used to love that. It was about this boy called Mathew who got taken over by a telepathic alien. The alien was called Chocky and was really good at maths and asked loads of weird of questions. Only Mathew could hear Chocky.
Chocky was also a girl alien - "is Chocky a boy or a girl?" asked Mathews dad one day. "Well, I think Chocky is a girl cos she can sometimes be bossy like girls can, you know?" - Mathews dad and I smiled wryly, yes, we knew.
God I so wanted my own Chocky.
In fact I almost cried when one day Mathew upset her and she flew out the window apparently never to return (He had asked her if it would be OK if she was quiet for a few minutes because he was tired).
Anyway, changing tack slightly (bear with me) I really fancy Holly Valance the sexy australian soapstar / songstress. I remember reading she took her manager to court for forcing her career in the wrong direction. Her managers defence was basically that Holly was such a prima-donna that he couldn't get her to take the simplest instruction let alone "force her career in the wrong direction".
Bossy? Flies off in a huff when she doesn't get her way? Chocky!
OK, back to the point. In an attempt to become "integrated into society" I have recently been reevaluating my life. As part of this I have been looking back at - oh bollox to it, I wanted to watch Chocky again so I downloaded it.
As I watched in fascination (Chocky is still pretty darn good even after all this time!) something occurred to me which I'm not sure about. Is the therapy not working? Am I still dis-eased? Please tell me I'm not crazy but....... click here
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