Giantmonk is such a lazy thing, sometimes.

Giantmonk explores the science of sleep

So, as I am always on a quest to be as healthy as I can, treating my body as a temple and all that, I try to get a minimum of 18 hours sleep a day.

Draw your chair up and hand me my violin.

Prince William and Kate have been looking for some new art of distinguished guests and friends to hang in their new castle, so I have been recently obliged to sit for a portrait. I do find it a little tedious to sit in such an attitude for so long a period of time, but it is all for a good cause as I would not dream of denying the future king my likeness upon his wall. I hope they hang it up next to Rolf Harris’s portrait of William’s nan.

I set off on the investigative trail to try and track down one of these imitation Munkehs.

Looking for a Munkeh lookalike

Now, my hidden camera received some interference whilst in the store, but I can assure you that there were stacks and stacks of imitation Munkehs all over the store. What’s more, the Stunt-Munks were wearing a rather snazzy Christmas jumper, so I invited one to accompany me home where he immediately made the gift of his jumper to Munkeh, who he seemed to hold in some reverence.

Munkeh seems a little suspicious of his slightly wonky doppleganger, so I haven’t told him about the entire army of such Stunt-Munks that I encountered in the shop, but the one that followed us home doesn’t seem like a bad sort, really, and Munkeh does like his new jumper.

Munkeh's new jumper

He’s even been wearing it to social occasions:

Munkeh's 'going out' jumper

If you’d like your own life-size model of Munkeh, I entreat you to go down to your local supermarket and look there. They are well dressed and even come bearing a free box of tea, which you can give to your nan,

My cardigan

Mimi had only been knitting for a few months, so did her best. She made it out of the thinnest wool she had, but it was still quite bulky on me because I am not very big. And she had to write the cardigan pattern from scratch, because there aren’t many patterns for cardigans for 30cm tall monkeys on the market.

The monkey measurements

But though I quite liked my cardigan, and at first people said it was great, after a while my friends started saying ‘oh, you must hate wearing that silly looking cardigan, Monkey’, and ‘look at how stiff and rough it looks – the shoulders are too big’, etc.

I didn’t hate wearing my cardigan, no, but the more people said that, the less I wanted to wear it, until, after a while, I decided to try and hide it. I did this because it made me feel embarrassed to wear the cardigan, and I didn’t want Mimi to feel upset that I didn’t want to wear something she spent so long knitting.

But I couldn’t throw it away, so I hid it beneath the bed, and made do with being cold.

Then, one day, Mimi came in from the bedroom with something blue and a little dusty in her hand, she had found my cardigan.

‘Look, Monkey! Oh, we’ve found your cardigan – you can be lovely and warm again!’

In a way I was happy that she’d found it, because so much hard work went into making me a cardigan all of my very own, but what could I say when she encouraged me to wear it when I went to see my friends in Morecambe?

So, I’ve hidden it again. It’s under the sofa, far enough back so that it won’t be accidentally hoovered up, because I don’t want to really lose it. But hopefully Mimi will see that I am starting to get cold now that it is November, and I really could do with something to keep warm. If she can’t find my cardigan, maybe she’ll make me something new. Perhaps something like Giantmonk’s snazzy tank top, so that my friends can’t say how stiff it looks, or that the shoulders don’t fit, or ask if I can even move my arms when I wear it.

Thanks for keeping me warm though, blue cardigan.

My blue, buttoned, slightly stiff but well loved cardigan.

An actor of the highest calibre

Gorillas In The Mist is a heart-breaking tale of the protection of one of our planet’s most noble and endangered creatures. It was a tough role. I’m not a gorilla, but I am a method actor.

Egg

I’d like you to meet Egg. Egg has lived at Monkey Towers for many years now, but I have had trouble convincing him that he should become part of the World of Monkey staff. It took some careful negotiations, and a bonus package of one toffee muffin and a banana milkshake for every post that he makes, but eventually I convinced him that joining the editorial team here was not such a scary proposition.

Egg is a shy and quiet fellow, so I am not sure that his posts will be all that wordy, but he’s a dab hand with the camera.  Go on Egg, take a self portrait to introduce yourself to the readers:

Egg. World of Monkey's newest member of staff.

There were quite a few duck there.

Operation 'Duck Meet and Greet' is go!

At first I was not quite sure whether they were a friendly life form. They like to hang out in large gangs and make loud, perhaps aggressive noises, which can be quite intimidating to a monkey who has never seen a duck before, but Mimi said that they could be appeased by feeding. Much like myself.

I’m not quite sure I did the feeding quite right, though:

Tasty tasty bread. Feeding (myself), whilst looking at ducks.