Hash up

‘I'm eating my hashtag, I mean hashbrown.’ She is positively wildean. Nancy has discovered the internet, at her disco party she curated (we're all curators now) her own playlist on YouTube (highlights included 'can a giraffe kiss a rabbit’ & ‘cute cat dancing show’) and now knows about being web smart - which basically boils down to only using the BBC website ever or preferably CEEFAX - and anyone lucky enough to receive a text from her will vouch for her mastery of the emoji. I think this makes her a digital native of the highest kind.

Along with her burgeoning online life, she has also become a writer. Of fiction. I know isn't it marvelous. She is such a dahhling. Her style has yet to formalise but like her pater she likes a good adjective and has an almost Joycean disregard for sentence structure. And any story with a central character called Tinky Cauldron can only be amazing. Quite what the judges at the BBC will make of her entry, the lord alone knows but if it's not a Richard and Judy book club selection come the summer then I'll be hugely disappointed by the state of contemporary English fiction.

Aside from writing stories and mastering the internet, she is mostly a lovely chide wth occasional descents into horror due to some impossibly small infraction. She'll had also developed a love of old school resort hotels and their cooked breakfasts. And who can blame her, they are a joyous thing.

Heath Ledger

Feast your eyes..