It is my own painful little secret not to be shared. The only person who knows anything is Mrs. Big Pantaloonies.
five minutes later
And I have told Radio Jas that she is sworn to secrecy.
one minute later
So the ace gang will know everything that happened by now.
one minute later
And also possibly how many times I have been to the loo in the last day.
As I went down the hill I saw the two little titches from the first form hopping along who had been duffed up by Wet Lindsay. And I do mean hopping. Did I used to hop when I was their age? Surely not. As I passed them they looked exhausted, hopping along on one leg with their big heavy satchels. I suppose I have on occasion pretended to be riding a horse home, but not carrying a big heavy bag.
Life is a mystery.
evening
Lesbian monastery training headquarters, a.k.a., my bedroom.
I will dedicate myself to the pursuit of knowledge.
Zzzzzzzzzzz.
tuesday july 5th
10:00 a.m.
By mistake I have overdone things and actually handed my French homework in on time. I thought Madame Slack was going to have an f.t. but she didn’t, more’s the pity. She just said, “Who did you copy this from?”
Which I think does little for student-teacher relationships in these troubled times.
macpants
wednesday july 6th
afternoon break
Fortunately the ace gang have gone on to more interesting subjects than me. They are concentrating on the Rosie-Sven Viking wedding with gusto. Rosie said, “I have an idea for a lovely outfit for Sven. I will gather the materials on Friday at the MacUseless dress rehearsal.”
She wouldn’t go any further, except to say that Sven will be “thrilled.”
And none of us really want to see that.
4:00 p.m.
Walking home with just little Jazzy Spazzy, who is muttering her Lady MacUseless lines to herself. I hope she is not turning into a spasmodic or whatever it is when a person is two people at the same time.
I feel a bit nervy about seeing Dave again on Friday. I am going to have to practice this mate malarkey with gusto. And possibly vim. What would a mate do when they saw their mate? What do I do when I see my mates? Slap them on the back?
three minutes later
In Jas’s case I will tell you what I will do in a minute if she doesn’t stop rambling on about spots.
five minutes later
Unfortunately I said what was in my head out loud. I said, “Jas, if you don’t stop rambling on, I will have to kill you.”
Jas stopped mumbling, “If I had the body of a man.”
And said, “Don’t pick on me because you have got the cosmic Horn for any boy that comes along, but they just want to be mates with you.”
fifteen minutes later
Here is my recipe for a mood enhancer. Take a friend, preferably one with a really annoying fringe and outsize pants, and when she is rambling on swiftly, push her into a ditch and run away.
Hahahahah.
Very funny to see Jazzy Spazzy plunging down the grass verge.
Hahahahah.
friday july 8th
macuseless headquarters
4:50 p.m.
Dress rehearsal in front of the whole school at 5:30 p.m.
Tension mounts. It is showtime showtime!!!
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Miss Wilson gave us her world-famous pep talk, but we still managed to stay awake. Apparently the honor of the school is on our shoulders. We have two nights of parading around in tights yelling “och aye” to persuade everyone that going to school is not a complete waste of everyone’s time. And just an excuse for people who would have nothing else to do and no other friends, i.e., Hawkeye Slim, Madame Slack, Herr Kamyer, and the terminally insane Elvis Attwood, to go somewhere and not bother people on the street.
Thankfully we have Miss Wilson steady at the helm, so everything should be…you…know…a shambles.
Jas was watching me like Chingachgook, the last of the Mohicans. She hasn’t spoken to me for two days because of the accidental grass verge scenario. But she was really looking at me in a horrible beaky way when Dave the Laugh came in with the other lads.
5:00 p.m.
I kept a safe distance from Dave but not so much that he would notice and think I was avoiding him. I stuck around with Ro Ro and Jools and the ace gang. Nauseating P. Green kept coming up to me for reassurance and asking me if my sword is comfortable. She actually believes that I am her husband, which is possibly the most tragic thing that has happened to me. And that is saying A LOT.
Still, no one can say that I am not a taking it on the chin sort of a person. And believe me, I have taken it on the chin A LOT. I hope that my brain will stop saying A LOT soon. And I mean that A LOT.
Only half an hour to go till curtain up. Although as Spotty Norman is in charge of curtains, I have hope that this production will quite literally never see the light of day.
I had been busy in “makeup” with Ro Ro until Miss Stamp (and what has this production got to do with her? Is there a lesbian sports bit? Possibly actually, as I haven’t been arsed to see the whole play through, only my bits.) came in and took charge of the fake fur. Rosie was forced to remove her mustache, which actually was an homage to Miss Stamp in the first place.
I was doing my limbering-up exercises with Rosie, i.e., horn to the right, horn to the left, when Dave the Laugh passed close by winking and lumbering bits of castle wall and so on. Fortunately I had three feet of panstick on, so he couldn’t have seen my vair vair red face. As he went by, I burst into peals of laughter as Jools handed me her witch’s branch. Dave looked at me. Jools looked at me. Which was fair enough, as all she had said was, “Will you hold this whilst I go to the piddly diddly department?”
Not exactly a joke.
But I wanted to let Dave know that I was fine and not bothered about the snoggus interruptus that we had done at Katie’s party. And also that I didn’t give two short flying pigs’ bums about who or what he went out with. Ellen was also giving him her version of the cold shoulder. Which was hilarious. She said to me, “I’m going to let Dave know exactly what I think of his behavior. I mean, that is what I am going to do. I should do that, shouldn’t I? I mean, do you think I should? Because I think that is what you should do, you should…anyway, what do you think?”
Oh dear Lord.
She shouldn’t have bothered because her cold shoulderosity only lasted two minutes. Dave came by covered in twigs, saying, “Do you think my acting is a bit wooden, girls?”
Ellen went bright red and giggled like a loon. Not exactly in my book tip-top cold shoulderosity work.
Moi on the other hand did an excellent job. I slightly smiled in a way that meant I was an amusing sort of person, but not the sort of girl who really bothered what Dave the Laugh got up to.
5:50 p.m.
Jas brushed past me in her frock to go poncing around as Mrs. MacUseless. I smiled in an attractive way, but she ignorez voused me. She’ll come round; what other fool will listen to her talking about voles? I’m not on for a bit, so Rosie and I went back into the props box for a rummage. Oo-er.
Rosie pulled out a false nose and said, “Do you think if I put it on as a sort of two-nose effect anyone would notice?”
I thought back to the good old days of last year. Days when life had been so simple. I had luuurved the Sex God and been his nearly girlfriend. We were doing a production of Peter Pan and like now, many fools were stropping around in tights. (Apart from Nauseating P. Green, who was a dog.) Rosie and I had been banned from the production and put on props. We found some theatrical fur and every time we handed a sword or something to Wet Lindsay onstage, we would add more fur to our bodies. By the end of the show we had huge, furry hands and Rosie had one massive eyebrow and sidies. How we laughed our way to triple detention. Happy happy pre-spinsterhood da
ys.
That’s when Ro Ro said from upside down in the props box, “I am going to secrete this fur about my person and take it home for the Viking wedding.”
It is pointless under those sort of circumstances (i.e., Rosie being utterly barking mad) to ask questions.
8:30 p.m.
Some fools actually applauded at the end as we took our bows. I only had one unfortunate incident doing my part, but I don’t think anyone noticed.
9:10 p.m.
Walking home with the gang. Jas is keeping up her humpiness by walking as far away from me as possible. And she gave everyone except me one of her secret midget gem selection. I don’t care because I think she keeps them hidden in her enormous pantaloonies. Then in the distance we saw Dave the Laugh and his posse following behind us. Donner und Blitzen. I was going to ignorez vous them with a firm hand. I said, “My false beard fell off when I was doing the sword fight and I had to carry on one-handed meanwhile casually holding my beard on with the other one. Did you notice?”
And Ro Ro said, “Yes, who didn’t? It made you look like Mincing Macduff, the campest bloke in Och Aye land.” Excellent.
Not.
9:15 p.m.
Dave and his posse are doing comedy fast-walking to keep up with us. They’ll catch us up in a minute. Oh I can’t handle any more of this mate business. I said to the gang, “I fancy a bit of a run actually, so I think I’ll just go on ahead. See you for the final fiasco performance tomorrow.”
They looked at me in amazement as I jogged off. After a minute of jogging I looked back and Dave the Laugh was also now jogging. Oh nooooo. I put on a bit of speed, but he caught up with me and just jogged along beside me, looking at me. He was looking basoomaward and I didn’t have my double strength over-the-shoulder boulder holder on. Drat and double dratty drat.
two minutes later
Still jogging.
This was ridiculous. As we jogged on side by side, Dave put his arm through mine, so we were doing tandem jogging. Eventually the weight of my basoomas got the better of me and I slowed down.
Dave said, “Have you got the hump with me, kittykat?”
I turned to him and in between panting smiled a really really beaming smile. “Dave, why on earth would I have the hump with you?”
He looked at me. “You have got the hump then.”
Damn.
He went on. “You know that you don’t want to go out with me and so I am going out with someone else, that is OK, isn’t it? Or would you just like me to sort of hang around on my own forever just in case you felt like a quick snog?”
Actually when he put it like that, I thought, Yep, that is exactly what I would like.
But it didn’t seem a very normal thing to say.
I was trying to think of what was a normal thing to say, which quite honestly I have never really had proper education in. Nothing my parents have ever said would really pass for ordinary conversation. Anyway, as I was just flicking through my brain for something normal to say, my brain went off for a little holiday to hornland. I started thinking about the way Dave’s eyelashes curled up and his mouth went sort of down at the corners and how…and then he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and went off back to his mates.
Bugger.
midnight
So this is my fabulous night. My beard fell off and Dave the Laugh saw my basoomas unleashed.
And he is definitely going out with Emma.
Which I don’t care about.
Much.
ten minutes past
I have decided to use art to express myself. Tomorrow night I will give the performance of my life. My part is mostly blubbing and fighting, and god knows I have enough practice at that.
I will let Dave see that I can be as full of maturiosity and sophisticosity as the next fool.
saturday july 9th
evening
Even though I have tried to give them the wrong date, my mutti and vati, grandvati, and Maisie are all coming to the performance tonight.
7:00 p.m.
I have got about four tons of glue on my beard. With my luck, it won’t come off at the end of the show and I will have to go immediately to the lesbian monastery.
7:05 p.m.
Backstage is a nightmare of tights. Jas is wandering around with her bloody dagger. Muttering her lines to herself. It is very unnerving. She was saying, “Unsex me and fill me from the crown to the toe with divest cruelty. Is this a dagger which I see before my eyes?”
And then doing manic stabbing.
Like a loon.
Which she is.
I must remember never to fall out with her if she is cutting up sandwiches.
It’s not likely I will have the opportunity of falling out with her as she is still ignorez vousing me.
7:30 p.m.
Curtain up, amazingly. I can see through a crack in the screens at the side of the stage and the hall is packed. Oh brilliant. My “family” are on the front row.
the banquet scene
8:30 p.m.
Everything not going too badly.
Apart from Dave messing up the sound effects. The banquet scene, which should have started off with bagpipe music, had seagulls instead. Which must have puzzled the audience a bit.
But then after Jas and her “husband” Honor Stevens (also known as MacUseless the Thane of Cawdor) ponced around with their soon to be dead guests, the improvised entertainment bit began. God knows we had all tried to advise Miss Wilson against the juggling and fire stuff, but would she listen? No. Melanie was doing her best with the oranges, flinging them around and dropping them and so on. She was being put off even more by ogling oglers (the Foxwood lads) all crowded on the side of the stage, desperate for a bit of nunga-nunga jiggling. And I distinctly heard my grandad say, “She’s a big girl.” So oranges were crashing around left right and akimbo. But the pièce de the whatsit was Ellen on fire-conjuring duties. Anyone who thinks it is sensible to give fire to someone as divvy as Ellen has to go to a home, frankly. Anyway, Ellen had some special paper that you light and it whooshes up and it looks like you have set fire to your hands. But you haven’t really. You just woosh the fire about (or your flaming hands, as the audience thinks) and eventually the paper burns up and disappears into the air with no harm done. That is the whooshing fire theory. And last night the whooshing had been without incident.
Credit where credit is due, Ellen lit the paper and did the initial whooshing of the hand with no lackaday or incident. But then she whooshed too near to Spotty Norman and his false beard and the rest is history. Actually Spotty Norman was almost history. As his beard flared up, Norm came offstage shuffling sideways quite quickly. It was Elvis’s moment of triumph. He appeared like Mr. Mad the Fireman with his fire extinguisher and gave Spotty Norman and Nauseating P. Green, who happened to be standing nearby, a good dousing with the foam. The beard was extinguished. But Norman and P. Green blundered around like blind blundering things for about five minutes.
Vair funny.
9:30 p.m.
We are at the big fight scene when Great Birnam Wood comes to High Dunsinane. Everyone is dressed up as trees, etc., and as I said to Rosie, “Oh it’s a triumph, darling, a triumph, lovie.”
And it was, until Dave the Laugh, master technician and fool, struck.
I really thought Miss Wilson had lost her grip and would have to be airlifted to a secure unit. She had a complete and utter nervy tiz when Dave (on lights) plunged everything, not only the stage, but backstage, frontstage, sidestage, into complete darkness. Most of the forest fell off the stage. I was at the side of the stage when he did it and in the pitch black I felt a hand pinch my bum. OY!!!
I am convinced it was Dave, but when the lights went on again he was just looking really surprised and was going “What? What?” to everyone. He said that he had “fallen” against the light switch accidentally.
The audience applauded the Forest folk plunging into the audience! They thought it was part of the modern interp
retation, which just goes to show what fools parents are on the whole.
9:45 p.m.
Even if I say it myself, I was magnifico as Macduff. I actually blubbed real tears, and that wasn’t very hard given my life. As I came off the stage I sneaked a look at the audience and even Hawkeye looked a bit wet round the eyes. Dave the Laugh gave me a hug as I went by, and said, “Well done, kittykat. You are a thespian of the first water and also your nungas look particularly perky in that tunic.”
Oooh he is soooooo aggravating.
9:55 p.m.
We got a standing ovation. Well, from those of the audience who could stand. I noticed Grandvati only managed to get to his feet at the same time as everyone else was sitting back down.
10:20 p.m.
Hoooray!!! Slim declared an armistice because of our vair vair marvy performance. She gave me and the ace gang our horns back!!!
We did a little celebration Viking inferno dance, but I don’t think she got it. She just jelloided off to chat to the elderly insane. Mr. Attwood looked like he thought he was going to get a medal for his firefighting skills. He was going on and on to anyone who would listen, “Yes, luckily I have been practicing for just such an emergency as this. I have made a stuffed figure in my allotment and I set fire to it and had got my extinguishing time down to ten seconds.”
Good grief, what a fabulous life he leads.
I say we all did a little Viking inferno dance, but Jas didn’t. She is still sulking. I heard her say to Jools that she was exhausted from all of the emotion she had put into her part. I don’t see why, she only stabbed someone and then went on about a spot. Anyway, she left before us, snuggled up to her boyfriend. She was leaning against him as if she were a paralyzed elf. It’s pathetic. She said good-bye to everyone except me.
She won’t be able to ignore me forever.
walking home with the rest of the gang
10:45 p.m.
I refused to get in the Batmobile with my parents. Vati said, “Don’t you want to accelerate through the night in my Lovemobile?”
Urgh good Lord. And he said it in front of everyone. And he is wearing a T-shirt and tight jeans. Is there a book called, How to Be Really Crap? Because if there is, he has got it.