This is the first day of the rest of my life. So why is my hair sticking up like a cockerel?

Cor, love a duck. And also Lawks-a-mercy. I said that inwardly, but outwardly I said, "Blimey, and also, what larks.

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

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.

I think 'growing up' would mean that you are incredibly tolerant and easygoing, liked everything, curious about the world because you weren't so egotistically driven.

I am soooo excited, I am over-excited. I'm hysterical, I may have to slap my own face in a minute at this rate.

I like the idea that I can talk to any teenage girls. You know, in a language that makes sense to them.