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Rosie and Sven turned up. Sven was wearing silver flares. Good Lord. When he saw us he started twisting his hips, saying, “Jah, groovy. Let’s go, babies!!!!”

The whole queue was looking.

I said to Rosie, “Does Sven always have to be so Svenish?”

Then the van with The Stiff Dylans in it arrived. Robbie got out. Oh bum, all my glaciosity turned to jelliosity.

He saw us and said, “Hi.”

I went, “Nung.” (I don’t know what “nung” means, it just came out.)

The queue started to move and he sort of looked at me for what seemed ages, then he said, “Don’t get into any trouble.”

I was so mad. How dare he tell me not to get into any trouble? Now he had said that I was going to get into LOADS of trouble just to show him.

I’d show him how much maturiosity I had. At least I would if I managed to get in past the bouncers without them saying I was under age. I said quietly to Rosie and Jas and Sven, “Be really cool.”

That’s when Sven lifted me up under one of his huge Swedish type arms and shouted at the bouncers, “Gut evening, I have the bird in the hand and one in the bushes, thank you!” and strode in.

I don’t know whether they let us in because we looked mature or whether they were so amazed by Sven they didn’t notice us.

Anyway, Operation Elastic Band was underway.