Yeah! That's me OK.

You Are Gonzo the Great

"Is something burning in here? Oh, it's just me." You're a total nutball who will do anything for attention. The first to take a dare, you'll pull almost any stunt. You're one weird looking creature, but your chickens don't mind!

The Muppet Personality Test

I couldn't have asked for a better muppet self. (If I'd been given Miss Piggy you can be sure I'd have skulked quietly away.)

Well, I could have asked for better descriptions; I mean, "Total nutball?" I think not.
"First to take a dare?" I bet you I wouldn't.
"One weird-looking creature?" The reason I don't post a photo of myself is that I'm, uhm, too good to be true. But that's only temporary, it's a phase I'm going through.

And what makes them think that I keep chickens? I have packs of chicken soup, does that count? I have cats, cats and chickens aren't noted for co-existance.

(Actually, if anyone out there has information to the contrary, I'd like to hear it, because I do have a secret hankering to keep a few hens in a run, but I really don't know how the cats would take it. I suspect after a few days I'd start finding chickens inside the house, together with the rabbits and mice and voles that one of the cats insists on smuggling through the cat-flap. Alive, I might add. I spend a lot of time hunting them down and taking them back outside again. It's good exercise, and it keeps my coat glossy).

Me, artistically abnormal? I should Rococco.