Geez that new Chipmunks movie gave me a splitting headache. Way too much helium-fuelled squeaking. I'm not so good with endless chatter at the best of times. Let alone when it's high-pitched. I've only got about two hours of talk in me during any 24-hour period*. A bit more if I've been drinking. Then I go mute. Watch me at dinner parties, I'm a blast after... Continue Reading →