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Jools, Ellen, Rosie, Jas and me went to town to try on makeup in Boots and Miss Selfridge. I cheered up a bit, especially as we did this limping thing on the way home. You link up and all limp together. And you’re not allowed to break arms no matter what happens. This tremendously old bloke got shirty with us because we accidentally stampeded his Labrador. After that we went into the park and sat on the swings for a rest. Rosie said, “Oh I fancy a fag.”

I was shocked. I said, “I didn’t know you smoked.”

And she said, “It’s just to relax.”

Rosie put a cigarette in her mouth and got out her lighter. We were all looking. Unfortunately she must have set the flame too high because when she flicked it a flame shot up about twelve centimetres and set fire to her fringe. We beat it out but the hair was all singed and short. She went home with her hand over her fringe. After she had gone the rest of us swang backwards and forwards for a few minutes.

I said, “Rosie smokes quite a lot, doesn’t she?”

And then we all got the helpless laughing. You know, that laughing that makes your tummy hurt and makes you cry and gulp and choke? And you’ve laughed for long enough and you want to stop but you can’t. Then you do stop and you think it’s all right but then someone starts again. I just couldn’t stop. And that’s when I saw HIM. The Sex God. With his mates from The Stiff Dylans. He looked like he was coming across to say hello. And you know when you really, really should stop laughing because otherwise it will be really bad and everyone will hate you? But you can’t? Well I had that.