The GC sent me a man eating shark to try and keep me cheered during essay hell.
It's to play with in the bath (no, not like
that, you filthmongers). The man (George) is attached to a pull-cord, and as a result gets chased round the bath by the shark (Sharky). I'm delighted that somebody has finally realised I quite often have the maturity levels of a six-year-old (and the language skills of a fourteen-year-old). After all, "there's no point in being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes." Or, in my case, often.
Basically, it's fucking awesome.
