Kirren Island ? Kirrin Island ....ok.

After an early night when I inadvertantly dozed off after a hefty weekend over-indulging , egged on by sister, I woke at some unGodly hour unclear as to why a strange noise was happening in my bedroom . A ringing in my ear. As a heaved myself to a sitting position a book, a cat , and a dog all fell to the floor.
The mobile indicated that it was indeed not terribly late and that the teens had been ringing me from Evolution.
I Blackberry Messaged them ( how impressive am I with this latest of late technology at my fingertips? ) .... did you ring me?
The phone re-rings .
I press the green bar and out blurts a song . I recognise Paulo Nuttini singing squeakily in the far distance and I lie back and watch and listen  as the cat collects her thoughts on the floor and eyes me up as her future bed partner. Am I worth it? the dog has already made her decision and is back in situ. Paolo sings on . He is now joined by a gang of teens. After a minute or three the song ends and the phone connection with it .
Within minutes I am asleep but by two am I am awake and reading Rose Tremain and again at four am and seven .
This morning I note via a Twitter message that Kirren Island is indeed Kirrin Island .
This for your information the following :Enid Blyton - The Famous Five including why not make your own Kirrin Island.
After a night like last night I am tempted.