Mr Squiggle, the 1980s TV show was mentioned on the weekend at the Balcony Garden DInner Party. I was always more of a blackboard fan, than of this space faring pencil-nosed 'artist'.
His muffled catchcry of 'upside down upside down' meant that the pictorial puzzle was about to be reveal (unless you stood on your head which led you to know that the glorified caricaturist was merely drawing a zebra, the next thought being what could you send in that would stump this arrogant excuse for an afternoon TV puppet)
No more Mr Squiggle, he is either back to the moon, or, as facebook would have you beleive, recovering from a recent fall into the darker aspects of life.
I have a case of Upside down Upside down in the garden. The cherry tomatoes, most of which formed the usual way, threw this beauty up the other day. And no I did not just stand on my head to take a photo, these little babies just wanted to be different from the others.