...and that's when it fell off in my hand
First published: Jun 2004
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Laugh your socks off at double helpings of fabbitty-fab confesions from Georgia Nicolson. Georgia is left brokenhearted when the Sex God leaves for Whakatane, however the arrival of jelloid-knee-inducing Masimo means that Georgia has her work cut out to remain the composed sex-kitten that she aspires to be.
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La marche avec mystery
Sunday August 23rd
My Bedroom
Raining
10:00 a.m.
Dad had Uncle Eddie round so naturally they had to come and nose around and see what I was up to. If Uncle Eddie (who is bald as a coot – too coots, in fact) says to me one more time, ‘Should bald heads be buttered?’ I may kill myself. He doesn’t seem to realise that I no longer wear romper-suits. I feel like yelling at him. ‘I am fourteen years old, Uncle Eddie! I am bursting with womanhood, I wear a bra! OK, it’s a bit on the loose side and does ride up round my neck if I run for the bus… but the womanly potential is there, you bald coot!’
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