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A nourishing meal to set us up for the evening: oven chips, mayonnaise and two fruit Pop-Tarts (for essential vitamin C). In Jas’s room we put on some groovy music and started getting ready. Jas had a bit of a moony attack when she looked at Tom’s photo by her bed. She started sighing and saying, “I just can’t seem to get in the mood to go out.”

I pointed at her with my mascara brush. “Jas, snap out of it, you know that Hunky would want you to go out. He phoned you up to tell you about it. He wouldn’t want you moping about: he wouldn’t want you to let your mates down by staying in. He wouldn’t want to come home and find out that your mate had stabbed you with a mascara brush.”

Jas was a bit huffy, but she got my nub. As she was putting her hair up she said, “What will you do with Dave the Laugh when you have got off with him?”

“How do you mean?”

I was stalling for time. I’d only really thought as far as getting my make-up on. The rest of it was a bit of a haze of a dream.

“Well, will you be…like his girlfriend then? Will you snog him?”

Luckily the phone rang. We both answered it. It was Rosie. She and Sven were calling from a phone box.

“We just rang to say we’ve made up this great new dance; it’s called ‘the phone box’.”

She played a radio down the phone and in the background I could hear a lot of grunting and shuffling and Sven going, “Oh jah, Oh jah, hit it, lads!” or something in Swedish or whatever it is he speaks. Gibberish, normally. Not English, anyway. Then there was a bit of what sounded like tap-dancing. Rosie came back on the phone all breathless. “Brilliant, eh? See you in the next world…don’t be late!” And she slammed the phone down.