I remember in my first year at big school that my english teacher used to love me (SHE WAS A WOMAN!). We had to write a letter for a competition with the theme of change. I wrote a letter from the perspective of a man who had recently metamorphised into a dung beetle.
I handed it in to the teacher and as she read it she was literally laughing her arse off and crying with laughter.
Then she read it out to the whole class and no one laughed.
English*
A sign of things to come...
*snigger*
Thank the lord you took that so well.
Quote: Winterlight @ October 29 2008, 8:11 PM BSTThank the lord you took that so well.
Well I'm offended on her behalf and shall be calling for your resignation.
But I didn't ring her granddad and tell him, maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan.
Quote: Winterlight @ October 29 2008, 8:14 PM BSTBut I didn't ring her granddad and tell him, maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan.
I did, he was confused at first but then agreed it was a bit of a rum do and you should go.
You can't. All my grandparents are DEAD.
Quote: zooo @ October 29 2008, 8:19 PM BSTYou can't. All my grandparents are DEAD.
I wondered why he denied all knowledge of you for the first twenty minutes or so. Well, whoever that elderly gent was, he's backing you all the way.
Awesome.
So Zooo has an old man behind her...dirty.
Inspiration? For me it was a dead end job, I wanted something that would stimulate my imagination and intellect as there are only so many times that putting a cap onto a bottle is interesting. Namely once. 
I was always writing stories even as a nipper so I'm not sure where I got that from. But Rik and Ade were huge influences on me as a teenager, and more recently the League Of Gents who pushed my writing off in another, darkly-silly direction.