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I am in Love Heaven. What a beyond fab day. He is Sex God of the Universe and beyond.

I crept downstairs and phoned Jas.

“Jas,” I whispered.

“Why are you whispering?”

“Because M and D are in the front room and I don’t want them to know I am calling you.”

“Oh.”

“I have had the most amazing time, I—”

“Well I haven’t; I just can’t decide whether to have my hair cut for the gig … Do you think yes or no? I mean, it’s nice to have it long but then it’s nice to have it short, but then—”

“Jas, Jas … it is my turn to talk.”

“How do you know?”

“I just do.”

“Oh.”

“Ask me what I have just done.”

“Why? Don’t you know?” And she started laughing.

I forgot I was supposed to be whispering and yelled down the phone, “Jas!!!”

Then I told her. “I went round to Robbie’s house to see him.”

Jas said, “No!”

“Mais oui!”

“Sacré bleu!”

“Aujourd’hui.”

“Well, what happened?”

And I said, “Well, it was beyond marvy. We talked and snogged and then he made me a sandwich and we snogged and then he played me a record and then we snogged.”

“So it was like …”

“Yeah … a snogging fest.”

“Sacré bleu!”

Jas sounded like she was thinking which isa) unusual and b) scary.

I said, “But then this weird thing happened. He was playing me his demo CD and standing behind me with his hands on my waist.”

“Oo-er …”

“D’accord. Anyway, I turned round and he sort of leaped out of the way like two short leaping things.”

“Was he dancing?”

“No … I think he was frightened of being knocked out by my nunga-nungas …”

Then we both laughed like loons on loon tablets (i.e. a LOT).