Rosie Get Off Your Desk, And Please

And That's When It Fell Off In My Hand

Dance Of The Sugar Plum Bikey. Yes, That's Got A Nice Ring To It.

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.

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.

As She Left My Room I Knew I Should Shut Up. But You Know When You Should Shut Up Because You Really Should Just Shut Up...but You Keep On And On Anyway? Well, I Had That.