Non...I am DANCING IN MY NUDDY-PANTS!!!' And we both laughed like loons on loon tablets. I danced for ages round the house in my nuddy-pants. Also, I did this brilliant thing-I danced in the front window just for a second whilst Mr. Across the Road was drawing his curtains. He will never be sure if he saw a mirage or not. That is the kind of person I am. Not really the kind of person who goes and raises elks in Whakatane.

Vaisey looked like a startled earwig.

Jas, whatever Tom has under his trousers is between you and him.

How do you make yourself not like someone?

The fly in her argument is that when she says, 'they' will feel like lemons, we don't know who 'they' are. And 'they' might BE lemons.

I wanted to kill her and make her eat her fringe. And her knickers.

Rosie get off your desk, and please put your beard away.