My friend Georgie is off to Oz for 6 weeks on Tuesday. I will miss my fiery-haired friend, but can read about all her bumming about here:
http://www.getjealous.com/johnandgeorgiestrip
In fact, the only thing I'm not going to be god damn evilly jealous about is the flight. Her boyfriend John is a lovely boy, but he does tend to act like an over-excited puppy quite a lot of the time. And he has the loudest laugh this side of the North Pole. And he can't sleep on planes. 10 hours, Georgie, 10 long hours. It's a good thing they don't let you on board with sharp objects any more.
We went to a party last night, and, not knowing anybody, were quite happy to sit off-side from the action. However, Georgie made the mistake of making eye contact with a French boy. Ten minutes later, he had settled on her right shoulder like a vulture, and was asking why we had 'dispatched' ourselves from the others. We finally worked out he meant to ask why we were sitting away from the group. Around five minutes later, his friend settled on Georgie's left shoulder. We decided to call them 'Papa' and 'Nicole'. This did not go down well. I went inside to bulldoze the buffet, and when I came out, there were at least 5 more European men had settled down next to our little group. Did they tunnel up through the floor or something?
Anyway, they spent the remainder of the evening trying to bully us into coming to a club with them, telling my sister that she had eyes 'like a husky dog' and generally having no respect for personal boundaries, or the fact that English people enjoy being sarcastic and unfriendly.
As a result, we had to leave at 10.30, because we were running out of excuses for why we couldn't possibly come into town with them (Georgie is diabetic, Cath is allergic to car seats etc.) Rock on!












