The mystery of nervoussquirrel.com revealed!

I remember looking through his sketch book and finding this little treasure, many moons ago when he was trying his best to 'out-wacky' his fellow students. He found a dead squirrel on the side on the road, took it home, dipped it in paint and pressed it onto the page. Later, when telling his new girlfriend this story, she picked up the book and sniffed the page!

Grace Dent is late with her blog this morning. She's normally posted by 11.15. I'm getting very agitated, as I actually watched it last night, and I want to see what she thinks of Schpoiral. Should he be locked in a glass cage, swinging in a tyre and chucking his shit at the walls? Or is he just misunderstood, and trying to have a good time, but all these freaks keep winding him up, meaning he has to yell and interrogate and grind them into the ground?

In fact, what do any of them have to do with, well, anything? I'd really appreciate it if anybody with even a faint inkling of what is going on here could explain it to me, otherwise I'm going to have to wander round answering 'no spikky ingles' every time somebody asks me what I think.