March 28, 2007
"So," the nice doctor said. "I can see that you obviously had to defend yourself against your eldest brother, while the middle one - Tim, is it? - stood grimacing in a somewhat weird way on the far left of the picture."
"Yes, sir."
"So, son," said the nice psychiatrist. "What happened next?"
"Isn't it obvious?" cried Zeds, beating the desk with desperate fists. "Look at the outfit! Look at it!"
"But, I don't see, I don't... oh... hang on. No. Noooooo! No, reeeally?!?"
Zeds just looked to the floor.
"You really did it!" said the shrink. "You really ran away to a village and called yourself Dafydd!"
Please note: My lawyers are watching.
Mate - you've temporarily lost your mind.
I shall take over as your executor and we'll have you sectioned in no time, don't worry.