Those of a nervous disposition may wish to look away now. Scenes are to follow which you may find disturbing. After the razzmatazz and excitement of my website launch ( I know you will have been caught up with it too – who could avoid it) it’s time to tell you a bit more about the real Wolfie behind the glitzy, jetsetting screen personna, and in fact, to own up to the number of Wolfies I have now gathered around me.

In my defence against the inevitable accusations of excess, ‘the unamed Wolfie’, the latest addition to the pack, is soon about to go on an adventure of his own so won’t be with us much longer. Hopefully this will also involve him finding his name (any suggestions welcome). The rest, however, are permanently resident with me. It’s getting a bit crowded so I understand a house move is on the cards. I’m hoping for a bedroom of my own because all this sharing doesn’t fit well with my celebrity status.

Generally, we’re a jolly dapper and refined lot, but ‘Cousin Wolfie’ is a semi-savage colonial we rescued from a place called ebay and, in the space I find between by culutral and sporting interests, the other more refined Wolfies and I are devoted to teaching the poor cuckoo ‘life skills’ such as how to stop your shorts falling down.

Below you see:
Front: Cousin Wolfie (reclining);
Middle (l-r): ‘the unamed Wolfie’, Wendy, Wolfie too, Wolfie 2.1
Back: Me, of course – Wolfie Wide Wolfie.

A world record attempt in progress