Termy was born in the middle of the fifteenth century, to a mr + mrs hairyback termy, in France – a small village somewhere in Europe. A carefree child, she spent her earliest years adopting the manner of a dyslexic walrus, and spent much of it diving into stinging nettles.
It is a little known fact that she worked in Hollywood during the Golden Era, at first as a beautician for Bela Lugosi, whom she tended to treat as an identical twin. Sharpening both skills and talons, she moved on to Al Jolson. However, her method of bending over, and then throwing elephants dung on to Al’s face from between her legs eventually led to her dismissal.
Feeling suddenly patriotic during the Suez crisis, she relocated to Egypt but spent most of her time bootlegging methylated spirit, mumbling incoherently and accosting badly dressed sock-puppets. After a brief spell arguing with her own shadow, she became a cover girl for Stamp Collecting Weekly (cairo edition). and eventually met and married a leprechaun that only she could see.
She once hid in a loaf of bread for six months.
Well known for her generosity, she regularly tours local businesses and schools showering everybody with dandruff. She also prefers to welcome the rising sun by beating her chest, in the acknowledged manner of baboons and Chelsea supporters.
Last summer, termy accidentally wandered into forum three and has been desperately trying to find her way out ever since. Not being computer literate, this is usually attempted by banging her rubbish-strewn shopping trolley against the nearest available wall. Despite this, she remains a much loved member of the ‘fookin fook fook ya koontin fook’ fraternity.
I would thoroughly recommend her to be trusted with a five pound note – providing it had global positioning installed, was attached to a large ball of string, and had been very badly forged.
Hope that helps . . . . . . .