By Joanna Nadin
Published Nov 2012
My name is not actually Penny Dreadful. It is Penelope Jones. The Dreadful bit is my dad’s JOKE. But in fact I am completely UNDREADFUL. It is just that sometimes my BRILLIANT IDEAS turn into DISASTERS.
E.g. I didn’t mean for Dad to have to go to a CRUCIAL MEETING with a plastic flowerpot stuck on his head. I was only trying to invent a Patented Brain-Massaging Helmet. Plus how was I to know that you can’t do CHICKENPOX for show-and-tell, or go to ballet class dressed as a blue cat, because even in disguise I am INCREDIBLY CONTAGIOUS!