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Hello, groovsters and ravesters and general ramblers.

Can you believe that we are on the brink of madnosity and boredomosity AGAIN? It is, of course, time to return to the center of boredom and torture, Stalag 14, otherwise known as school. What is the point? The teachers think we go to learn stuff, but really, all we go for is to fill in the long hours before we are allowed to go out and be groovsters again.

Here at Ace gang headquarters, we are already making plans to entertain ourselves. Rosie has made preparations for the famous "Viking bison inferno dance" involving even more beard work and HOOOORNS!!!! It will be all busy, busy, busy as we work on updating the snogging scale, doing our nails and er...talking about the general mystery that is boydom. I am, it has to be said, looking forward to our German lessons with Herr Kamyer and his stories of camping with the Koch family and their endless spangelferkels.

I don't know what you Hamburger-a-gogo types do sportswise in September, but we have to hit balls about…A LOT. We will be starting hockey and that means I must be vair careful not to fall out with Jas (or MadJas as I know and love her). She can be vair unreasonable when she loses her rag. And she often loses it for no reason whatsoever. Like when I playfully shoved her down a ditch because she was fiddling with her fringe in an annoying way. Anyway, where was I before MadJas annoyed me? Oh yes, and when she loses her rag she sometimes gets violent with her hockey stick and you have to watch your shins.

It will also be good to see Nauseating P. Green back in goals with her big padded leggings on. I am never bored by her being sent flying by a hockey ball and then trying to get up from the ground for about a million years. And then as soon as she has, someone hits a ball in her direction and she falls over again.

So you see, as it says in "Life of Brian," always look on the bright side of life. Dadoo dadoo doodoo doodoo.

Pip, pip, chumlettes.

Keep your mincers peeled for news of my upcoming film. It started filming on Sept 17th.

Loads of deep luuurve,


P.S. You know very well what mincers mean, you naughty minxes.

P.P.S. You don't, do you?

P.P.P.S. Oh, very well...it means mince pies...eyes.

P.P.P.P.S. Now you are being silly, I KNOW that you don't peel eyes, it is just an expression.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S.S.S.S.S.S.S.S.S.S. Just leave it.


The Confessions of Georgia Nicolson
by Louise Rennison