Come on! It's ten to bloody nine!
I'll be late for bloody work.
How'd your first week go?
All right. English isn't bad. The teacher's called Mr Hodgson. He swears a little bit, you know, to try and make himself look cool. Performance arts is fine. We play this game where you have to say "She stood upon the balcony, inimitably mimicking him hiccuping and amicably welcoming him in." You have to say it as fast as you can. I have to sit next to this kid called Andrew Johnson, who smells intensely of garlic. You know he told me that he has a garlic baguette for supper every night.
Do I look different?
What do you mean?
I'm all sweating. Did I tell you I'm going for the change?
You had mentioned it, yeah.
Bloody, I love this song.
Oh, come on.
Mom. You can't cry to the Spice Girls! Not exactly Girl Power is it?
Hey,do you reckon they'd let you and me join?
Oh yeah, and who would I be? Underactive thyroid Spice?
I could be menopause Spice.