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smoothed down my internal feathers because she was slightly annoying me. Calm calm, think luuurve, think warm Italian nights and soft lips meeting in the shadow of the leaning Tower of Pisa…or whatever it is they have inRome. I said, “Actually I am going to take the pasta by the horns and I am going to phone him and tell him that I am coming over.”
    Jas came out of her Tom coma.
    â€œHave your parents actually agreed that you can go? To Italy? By yourself to stay with a boy? Who is older than you?”
    I tossed my hair in a tossing way like someone who has tossed their hair all over the world might do.
    â€œ Sì. ”
    All of the ace gang looked at me.
    Jas said, “That is a big fat lie, isn’t it?”
    I said, “ Sì. ”
    back on the dance floor
    Alright, I haven’t actually got the parents to agree a date for me to go. Or give me the money or anything, but they will be too busy with the custody battle about who doesn’t get the children or the cats when they split up, to bother about me popping over to Italy for a few days.
    That is what I feel.
    I will get on the old blower tomorrow to let Masimo know I am coming, and then I will start my buttering up the elderly insane plan.
    8:30 p.m.
    Sven walked on to take over the decks to that song “Burn, baby, burn, disco inferno.”
    He was wearing a fur cloak and bison horns and joy of joys the old lighting-up flares!! And he had his own vanity case!!! Yesssss!
    The lights went crazy and he stood over his decks as we all clapped and went mental.
    I said to Rosie, “You should be very very proud, you without a shadow of a doubt have the maddest boyfriend in town.”
    She said, “I know, I can’t wait to get off with him again.”
    8:35 p.m.
    This is really alarming watching Rosie and Sven. She is dancing in front of him sticking her bottom at him and so on and he is winking at her and licking his lips.
    I can’t watch this, it’s nordyporn.
    9:00 p.m.
    Funny, there being not many people we know here. No sign of Tom or Declan, or Edward or Rollo or, erm, who else—erm…oh, I know, Dave the Laugh. And his girlfriend.
    I of course don’t really mind for myself but the rest of the ace gang are driving me mad with all their:
    â€œOh, I wonder why Rollo isn’t here yet?”
    â€œOooh, I wonder where Edward is, do you think he’s with Tom and the rest and they have gone somewhere else?”
    And Ellen going on and on: “Erm, it’s, like, I wonder if, like, do you think that, er, Declan is, like, with Tom and the rest and they have gone somewhere else?”
    I am beginning to feel a bit full of tensionosity, so I decided I had to take diversionary action before I started babbling wubbish like Ellen. I said, “Let’s do our dance routines now, get this party started.”
    I went and told Rosie, and Sven said over the microphone, “In one minute we haf the dancing girls in their horns!!!”
    Rosie disentangled herself from him (which took about a million years of licking. Honestly.).
    We dashed off to the tarts’ wardrobe and got dressed in our mittens and horns. I felt so vair vair free. It must be what being a Blunderboy feels like, no matter what you do or how you are dressed, youare just not aware of being a prat.
    I said, “Right, let us bond now, group hug!!!”
    We did the group hug and one quick burst of “Hoooorn!!!”
    And we were ready for our big moment.
    out in the club
    We are gathered at the side of the little stage that Sven is on. I like to think we look attractively Nordic. With just a hint of pillaging and extreme violence about us.
    For our grand finale (the Viking disco hornpipe extravaganza) we have put our paddles, earmuffs, and mittens in a little pile by a speaker.
    All the crowd were looking at us.
    Sven put on a traditional Viking song (“Jingle Bells”) and we adjusted our horns and off we jolly well