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‘Dancing in my nuddy-pants!’
You’ll laugh your knickers off!
Louise Rennison
Find out more about Georgia at www.georgianicolson.com
First published in Great Britain by Piccadilly Press Ltd 2002
Published by Scholastic Ltd 2003
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Once again, this work of geniosity is dedicated to my lovely family (whom I lobe very much) and my beyond marvy mates. To Mutti, Vati, Soshie, John, Eduardo Delfonso Delgardo, Honor, Libbs, Millie, Arrow and Jolly, Kimbo, the Kiwi-a-gogo branch, Salty Dog, Jools and the Mogul, Big Fat Bob, Jimjams, Elton, Jeddbox, Lozzer, Mrs H, Geoff, Mizz Morgan, Alan “it’s not a perm” Davies, Jenks the Pen, Kim and Sandy, Black Dog, Downietrousers and his lovely fiancee, Andy Pandy, Phil and Ruth, Cock of the North and family, Lukey and Sue, Tony the Frock, Ian the Computer, the Ace Gang from Parklands, St Nicks.
To the English team: Brenda, Yasemin (hi!!!), Margot and everyone at Piccadilly. An especial thank you to the marvellous Emma, the best press person known to humanity.
To the gorgey Scholastic types: David, Gavin, Jessica and Helen.
Much love and thanks to the fabulous Clare (the Empress) and to Gillon, as always.
Thank you to the HarperCollins family.
And finally, Dancing in my nuddy-pants is dedicated to the lovely people who have read my books and written to tell me how much they aime them.
I love you all.
I do.
Honestly.
Table of Contents
She who laughs last laughs the laughingest
School panto fiasco (a.k.a. complete twats in tights)
Go Forth, Georgia, and use your red bottom wisely
She who laughs last laughs the laughingest
Sunday November 21st My bedroom Midday as the crow flies Throwing it down
I’ve just seen a sparrow be quite literally washed off its perch on a tree. It should have had its umbrella up. But even if it had had its umbrella up it might have slipped on a bit of wet leaf and crashed into a passing squirrel. That is what life is like. Well it’s what my life is like.
Once more I am beyond the Valley of the Confused and treading lightly in the Universe of the Huge Red Bottom. What is the matter with me? I love the Sex God and he is my only one and only, but try telling that to my lips. Dave the Laugh only has to say, “You owe me a snog,” and they start puckering up. Well, they can go out on their own in future.
12:30 p.m.
I wonder why the Sex God hasn’t phoned me? The Stiff Dylans got back yesterday from their recording shenanigan. Maybe he got van lag from travelling from London? Or maybe he has spoken to Tom and Tom has just happened to say, “Oh Robbie, we all went to a fish party last night and when we were playing Truth, Dare, Kiss or Promise your new girlfriend Georgia accidentally snogged Dave the Laugh. You should have been there, it was a brilliant display of red bottomosity. You would have loved it!”
Oh God. Oh Goddy God God. I am a red-bottomed minx.
12:35 p.m.
On the other foot, no one saw me accidentally snog Dave the Laugh, so maybe it can be a secret that I will never tell. Even in my grave.
12:45 p.m.
But what if Jas has accidentally thought about something else besides her fringe and put two and two together vis-à-vis Dave the Laugh, and blabbed to her so-called boyfriend Tom.
She is, after all, Radio Jas.