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this: How come some people, naming no names, but you, Georgia, can tell such porkies to their so-called friends?”
    She was rambling on about Ellen and Dave the Laugh, of course.
    I said with deep meaningosity, “Jas, she who casts the first stone has to cast the logs out of her own knickers first.”
    That made her think. Then she said, “What in the name of frankincense are you talking about?”
    I had to admit she had me there.
    Her trouble is that she has never done anything adventurous, her bottom has never glowed withthe red light of…er…red-bottomosity.
    I said to her, “Jas, Jas, my little nincompoop, I didn’t MEAN to snog Dave the Laugh. It was an accident. I am a teenager and I can’t always control my bits and pieces.”
    â€œWhat bits and pieces?”
    â€œWell, you know, I have very little control over my nunga-nungas, for instance…and at the fish party with Dave my lips just sort of puckered up.”
    â€œI’m a teenager and I can control my bits and pieces.”
    â€œWhat about your fringe?”
    â€œThat is not the same as snogging someone else’s boyfriend.”
    â€œYou are getting very set in your ways, Jas.”
    â€œI am not.”
    â€œWell, name an interesting thing that you and Tom have done lately.”
    â€œWe’ve done loads of really interesting, crazy things.”
    â€œLike what? And don’t tell me about collecting frog spawn.”
    â€œWell, Tom is going to do ecology and so on….Do you know we found some badger footprints in the park near—”
    â€œJas, I said name an interesting thing that you and Tom have done lately, not something about badgers.”
    But she had gone off into the twilight world of her brain. “Tom gave me a love bite.”
    â€œNon.”
    â€œOui.”
    â€œI’ve never seen it.”
    â€œI know.”
    â€œWhere is it?”
    â€œOn my big toe.”
    9:00 p.m.
    I am worried that in my capacity as the Sex God’s girlfriend I may have to give a celebrity interview about my life and Jas will have to come on it. And she will talk rubbish. And perhaps show her love bite. Or knickers.
    9:15 p.m.
    Still, it has taken her mind off the Dave the Laugh fiasco.
    I will have an early night to prepare myself for heavy snogging duties. I want to look all gorgey and marvy for SG and not have those weird littlepiggy eyes that I get sometimes when I have been kept awake all night by loons (Angus and Libby). Mutti has let Libbs sleep in the cat basket with Angus tonight, so I am safe.
    9:35 p.m.
    Ah…very nice and cozy in bed, although I am having to sleep sitting up because I have rollers in my hair for optimum bounceability.
    9:40 p.m.
    Phone rang. Vati yelled, “Georgia, another one of your little mates on the phone. You’d better hurry, I think it’s an emergency. She might have run out of lip gloss.”
    Vair vair vair amusant , Vati.
    As I came down the stairs, he said, “We mean no harm, take us to your leader,” because of my hair rollers. He really is in an alarmingly good mood.
    It was Ellen. Uh-oh. I hoped she couldn’t detect my red minxiness.
    â€œGeorgia, can I ask you something?”
    â€œEr, like what?”
    â€œWell, you know Dave the Laugh?”
    DID I KNOW DAVE THE LAUGH???!!!
    I sounded a bit vague. “I know Dave the woman, but Dave the Laugh…? Oh er, Dave the Laugh…yes, what about him?”
    â€œWell, you know I really think he’s groovy and so on and he did the lip nibbling thing, and that was, you know, quite groovy and not, you know, ungroovy…and how I have thought he is quite groovy for a long time and lip nibbling would, like, mean he thought I was groovy as well…”
    (It was going to be the twenty-second century at this rate by the time she got round to telling me what she was on about.)
    â€œWell, anyway, it’s nearly Tuesday.”
    â€œYes,