Rosie is out with Sven at the "pictures," her mum says. Oh yeah, as if. And the film they are watching is Number Seven on the Snogging Scale. --page 32
What??? What fresh hell? HIS hair dye? My Vati, not content with growing small badgers on his chin and wearing leather trousers and having a clown car, was now trying to be Lady Cliff Richard. Or Lady Paul McCartney. --page 35
I didn't know how fab bees were, and so sensible they could teach us a thing or two. For instance, the queen bee kills her sexual partners by tearing off their reproductive equipment (or bee trouser-snake addenda) once she has had her wicked way with them. -- page 103
Uncle Eddie is going to be a stripper. Honestly. You know when you can order a policeman or a fireman or a James Bond-o-gram for a hen night or a birthday? Well apparently, and I cannot imagine the kind of people this involves, there is a demand for a baldy-o-gram. And Uncle Eddie is going to be it. -- page 190
Not the funniest Georgia Nicolson book ever written...more boy drama, etc. There's a cliff-hanger at the end, so I assume there will be more books to come.
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