‘Knocked out by my nunga-nungas.’. Louise Rennison

      

       Copyright

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      First published in Great Britain by Piccadilly Press Ltd 2001

      Published by Scholastic Ltd 2002

      This edition published by HarperCollins Children’s Books 2006

      Copyright © Louise Rennison 2001

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      Source ISBN: 9780007218691

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       Dedication

      With love and thanks to my family – Mutti and Vati, Sophie and John, Kimmy and, of course, the magnificent three – Eduardo Delfonso Delgardo, Honor and Libbsy. To the Kiwi-a-gogo branch of the family and also in memory of Eth and Ted. Again I would like to thank my fab mates for not killing me. You know who you are: Pip “What an exciting conversion” Pringle, Jeddbox, Jimjams, Elton, Jools and the Mogul, Lozzer, Bobbins, Porky Morgan, Geff “Guildford calling”, Jo Good, Tony the Frock, Jenkins the Pen, Philip K, Kim and Sandy, Baggy Aggiss, Cock of the North and family, all my old school mates – Barbara D, Sheila R and Rosie M, etc., and thank you to Black Dog the captain. To the fabulous St Nick’s support group, in particular Aunti Haze and Doug. To the Natural Health Centre. Especial thanks again to Piccadilly – to the lovely Brenda and Jude, and Margot for selling me to Europe … and in particular to Germany: having a book called Frontal Knutschen is a marvellous thing. To my new mates at Scholastic – Nyree, and Kirsty and Gavin. And huge thanks to the truly marvy Clare Alexander and the quietly magnificent Gillon Aitken.

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Copyright

Dedication

      Return of the loonleader

      Snog Fest

      Away laughing on a fast camel

      Big red bottomosity

      Trouser snakes-a-go-go

       Fish party

       Keep Reading

       Georgia’s Glossary

       Preview

       About the Author

       Other Books By

       About the Publisher

       Return of the loonleader

       Thursday October 21st 1:00 p.m.

      Looking out of my bedroom window, counting my unblessings. Raining. A lot. It’s like living fully dressed in a pond. And I am the prisoner of whatsit.

      I have to stay in my room, pretending to have tummy lurgy, so that Dad will not know I am an ostracised leper banned from Stalag 14 (i.e. suspended from school). I’m not alone in my room, though, because my cat Angus is also under house arrest for his love romps with Naomi the Burmese sex kitten.

      2:00 p.m.

      They’ll be doing PE now.

      I never thought the day would come when I would long to hear Miss Stamp (Sports Oberführer and part-time lesbian) say, “Right, girls, into your PE knickers!”

      But it has.

       3.30 p.m.

      All the Ace Gang will be thinking about the walk home from school.

      Applying a touch of lippy. A hint of nail polish. Maybe even mascara because it is RE and Miss Wilson can’t even control her tragic 70s hairdo let alone a class. Rosie said she was going to test Miss Wilson’s sanity by giving herself a face mask in class and see if Miss Wilson has a nervy spaz.

      Jas will be practising her pouting in case she bumps into Tom.

      3:50 p.m.

      How come Jas got off with cloakroom duty and I got banned? I am a whatsit … a scapethingy.

       4.10 p.m.

      Robbie the Sex God (MY NEW BOYFRIEND!!! Yesss and three times yesss!!!!!) will be going home from college now. Walking along in a Sex Goddy sort of way. A walking snogging machine.

       4.30 p.m.

      Mutti came in.

      “Right, you can start making your startling recovery now, Georgia.”

      Oh cheers. Thanks a lot. Goodnight. Just because Elvis Attwood, school caretaker from Planet of the Loons, tripped over his own wheelbarrow (when I told him Jas was on fire) I am banned from school.

      Mutti rambled on, although she makes very little sense since Vati got home.

      “It’s your own fault, you antagonise him and now you are paying the price.”

      Yeah yeah, rave on.

       4.45 p.m.

      Phoned Jas.

      “Jas.”

      “Oh, hi Gee.”

      “Why didn’t you phone me?”

      “You’re phoning me. I would have got the engaged tone.”

      “Jas, please don’t