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When Jas came round for us to practise hairstyles I made her let me kiss the back of her calf to see if she could feel any teeth. She leaped about, going, “Erlack, erlack, get off, get off, it feels disgusting, like a sort of sucky Spotty Norman.” Which is not very reassuring.

She said Tom touched her basooma the other night. In revenge I said, “How would he know it wasn’t your shoulder?” She honestly does think she is like Kate Moss. It is very, very sad.