And That's When It Fell Off In

When We Did Eventually Get To The Party - Me Walking Next To Dad's Volvo Driving At Five Miles An Hour - I Had A Horrible Time. Everyone Laughed At First But Then More Or Less Ignored Me. In A Mood Of Defiant Stuffed Oliveness I Did Have A Dance By Myself But Things Kept Crashing To The Floor Around Me. The Host Asked If I Would Sit Down. I Had A Go At That But It Was Useless. In The End I Was At The Gate For About An Hour Before Dad Arrived.

I Think 'growing Up' Would Mean That You Are Incredibly Tolerant And Easygoing, Liked Everything, Curious About The World Because You Weren't So Egotistically Driven.

Look, I Can't Go Out With You, Because... Because... Because I'm A Lesbian.

I Don't Know What's Going On With Mum And Dad, But It's Weird. Mum Keeps Asking Dad To Do Things And He Keeps Doing Them Unfotunately, She Hasn't Said 'hand Over Your Money And Make Your Way To Europe!

The Fly In Her Argument Is That When She Says, 'they' Will Feel Like Lemons, We Don't Know Who 'they' Are. And 'they' Might Be Lemons.