More Fiends in My sock Drawer: Clive in a Bottle

Clive’s father was a haddock fisherman whose spare time was spent building sailing ships in bottles. His hobby was all consuming, and when Clive was born, he managed to convince the mother to put the baby in a bottle as well.

It was a difficult job. It took over three weeks before Clive’s head was big enough that he couldn’t get out again, but when it was all done, Clive’s father was left with a curiosity worthy of any fisherman’s mantle piece.

Unfortunately Clive’s father grew to hate his offspring-in-a-bottle, and one day when I was away camping, he abandoned Clive in my sock drawer before disappearing to an island in the South Pacific.

Clive enjoys processed cheese slices and apple wedges.