We assembled in the Shed of Solitude (it’s just a garden shed with fairy lights and an old trampoline mat). Jas immediately said, “Georgia, you can’t force a perfect snog. It has to happen organically, like a yoghurt.”
I’ve filled three pages of my notebook: --- shahd fylm Angus Thongs And Perfect Snogging 2008 mtrjm
— Georgia xxx P.S. Angus the cat just walked over my notebook and sat on the “lip balm” section. That’s a sign. Probably. We assembled in the Shed of Solitude (it’s
“Jas,” I said, “I don’t want organic yoghurt. I want a moment . A cinematic, rain-drizzled, eyebrow-touch moment.” Angus the cat just walked over my notebook
So now we’re hiding behind a hedge at the Stiff Dylans’ gig, watching Dave the Laugh and some girl from year 11. They’re doing this thing where he tilts his head like a confused Labrador before going in. Very deliberate. Very snoggy.