I look on CC as a stray dog everyone throws scraps at to keep alive, but no one ever takes it in...
Must be a miserable existence living on the fringe, no friends, unsure of who or what you are (it thinks its a teenage female
). Yet talks like a bloke and confesses to have memories of Manchester from a time before it was born. Is there no end to it's brilliance!!!
Don't be too hard on the poor thing. Personally, I've seen Toc-H lamps shed more light on matters than CC's comments.
CC....sit!....give us your paw!.....good boy, eh, girl.....oh never mind....here, fetch the stick!
