Dancing In My Nuddy-pants

Brilliantlyfunny,LouiseRennison’sfabbyfourthbookontheconfessionsofcrazybutlovableGeorgiaNicolson.Nowingorgeynewpaperbackandguaranteedtohavethenationlaughingtheirknickersoff!PhonedJas.“Jas?”“Oui.”“Doyouevergettheurge?”“Pardon?”“Youknow,toflowfreeandwild.”Shewasthinking.“Well,sometimes,whenTomandIarealoneinthehousetogether…”“Yes…”“Weflickeachotherwithflannels.”“Jas,youkeeptalkingonthetelephoneandIwillsendoutforhelp.”“It’sgoodfun…whatyoudois…”“Jas,Jas,guesswhatIamdoingnow?”“Areyoudancing?”“Yes,Iam,mystrangelittlepal.ButwhatamIdancingin?”“Abowl?”“Jas,don’tbesilly.Concentrate.Trytogettheimageofmeflowingwildandfree.”“Areyoudancingin…yourPEknickers?”“Non…IamDANCINGINMYNUDDY-PANTS!!!”Andwebothlaughedlikeloonsonloontablets.