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Walked home. Thinking about the difference between girls and boys. For instance, when girls walk home we put on lippy and make-up. We chat. Sometimes we pretend to be hunchbacks. But that is it. Perfectly normal behaviour. When the Foxwood boys come out they hit each other, trip one another up and stuff leaves or caps down each other’s trousers. Ellen told me that sometimes her brother sets fire to his farts.

On the way to my house we passed through the park. There is a park Elvis. He is supposed to be the park keeper but mainly he prods at things with a pointy stick. Oh and his second job is to yell, “I can see you!” at innocent snoggers in bushes.

We hung around on the swings for a bit just to annoy Park Elvis. Rosie (who by the way, since the flaming fringe incident is an ex-smoker) said she had made it up with Sven her Swedish boyfriend. She fell out with him because he said to her parents, “Thank you for your daughter, she is, how you say? Jah…a great SNOG.”

I said, “How can you tell he’s sorry? No one can usually understand a word he says.”

And she said, “He knitted me a nose warmer.”

It’s really not worth asking.

Ellen said, “What about Dave the Laugh?”

I said, “What about him?”

“Well, do you really fancy him?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know what he looks like.”

“Well, what is the point, then?”

“Well, he’s like…erm…a red herring. In my elastic band strategy.”

They all looked at me. It was no use them all looking at me like I know what I am talking about. I’ll be the last one to know what I am talking about, believe me.