Expostulate Your MUM

I am sitting in the Art Block, as per ususususususual, on a Tuesers. Avec my Bethman. SHe is wearing a striped jumper which belongs to her Dad. Nice, eh?

Today we spent an hour trying to decide what song to sing in Drama tomorrow.

I want to sing "Men In Tights", but Gemma does not know the words.

Beth has suggested "Man, I Feel Like A Woman".

Steve suggested "Dude Looks Like A Lady".

Perhaps we should do "Nancy Boy" by Placebo.

But I think we are doing "Lola". By the Kinks, obviously. As the Mcfly/Busted extravaganza of SHITE should be hidden under a bag of jelly, and left to rot. For quite a long time.

I hope Ms. Marriott likes it.

She liked the transvestite idea.

Which is always a good thing.

I think Rosanne will make a great woman.

And when I say great, I don't just mean large.

Itchy, itchy, itchy.

I should be in Photography now.

But alas, Mr. Lively is away. I don' t think he likes being called Mr. Lively, but he has no choice, as this is my blog, and on my blog, I'll call whoever I want whatever I want. So there.

Many many many lines.

Of sweets.

Rosanne tipped all the mini smarties onto the floor today. I was not so impressed. But it was quite pretty, so she is forgiven.

Lalala.