Dance Of The Sugar Plum Bikey. Yes,

I Am Going To Become A Writer For Cosmo - You Don’t Have To Make Any Sense At All. Or Maybe I’ll Be A Bloke, They Don’t Have To Make Sense Either.

I Don't Want To Be Rude To The Afflicted But Uncle Eddie Is Bald In A Way Which Is The Baldest I Have Ever Seen.

Watching Tv Mum Said," Do You Miss Your Dad?" And I Said," Who?

I Couldn't Believe It. It Was Unbelievable, That's Why. My Face Was Like A Frozen Fish Finger. All Rigid And Pale. (but Obviously Not With Breadcrumbs On It.)

Non...i Am Dancing In My Nuddy-pants!!!' And We Both Laughed Like Loons On Loon Tablets. I Danced For Ages Round The House In My Nuddy-pants. Also, I Did This Brilliant Thing-i Danced In The Front Window Just For A Second Whilst Mr. Across The Road Was Drawing His Curtains. He Will Never Be Sure If He Saw A Mirage Or Not. That Is The Kind Of Person I Am. Not Really The Kind Of Person Who Goes And Raises Elks In Whakatane.