Oh no. I've just accidently paid a visit to the cakeshop of love. I haven't put back my Italian cakey, but I have accidentally picked up a Dave the Tart.

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.

He had everything a dream boy should have. Back, front, sides, Everything. A head.

I will not have him in my brain;there is no room for anyone else in the cakeshop of agony. it's crowded enough in there already.

Some things in life are not pleasant but they have to be done. For instance, German and maths.

What if you were really meant to be with someone? But you kept messing about and having the Horn and so on and you lost them.

This soft grass suggests 'softness' to me, but also at the same time 'lying-down-ness'.