Jack Vettriano The Purple Cat

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'Under your skin,' murmured Ridcully. He scratched his chin. 'Oh, dear. One of those. Stuff leakin' into the universe again, eh? Influences coming from Outside, yes? Remember what happened when Mr Hong opened his takeaway fish bar on the site of the old temple in Dagon Street? And then there were those moving pictures. I was against them from the start. And having been seventeen; it was something that must have happened to him while he was busy. But it made him feel like he imagined it felt like when you were seventeen, which was like having a permanent red‑hot vest on under your skin.
He wanted to hear it again.
'I think they're going to have it again tonight,' he ventured. 'We could, er, go along and listen. In order to learn more about it, in case it's a threat to society,' he added virtuously.those wire things on wheels. This universe has more damn holes in it than a Quirm cheese. Well, at–’'Lancre cheese,' said the Senior Wrangler helpfully. 'That's the one with the holes. Quirm is the one with the blue veins.'Ridcully gave him a look.'Actually, it didn't feel magical,' said the Dean. He sighed. He was seventy‑two. It had made him feel that he was seventeen again. He couldn't remember