Ha!

I am having so. Much. Fun. I love the holidays; in spite of my new ventures nto the world of employment I still have the opportunity to be a complete lazy bitch whenever it takes my fancy. But here, in no particular order, are the highlights of everything that has gone on of late.

The Prom. For want of a better word, it was absolutely fantabulous. Brilliant. Yes, alright, the food wasn't great and the service was pretty awful ("All I wanted was a piece of chicken without a bloody bone, is that so much to ask?" - Yes, Kirstin, it was), but everything else - the people and the dancing and the dresses - well, it was a fantastic night.

The boys all scrubbed up so nicely, despite the odd few in waistcoats like extras in Oliver! the musical, looking as if they were about to break into a tap dancing routine. I must say, though, that the best tuxedos were those of Ben, Richard and James. Yes, I am slightly biased on account of friendship and spending the best part of the night dancing with them, but they all looked very suave. Like James Bond. And it was, frankly, genius when Kat told me Si and his arch nemesis, Langan, were in the same tux. I think, readers, it's called karma.

The best moments of the night were...

• Mr. Rutter. Singing. With bizarre rock star dance moves. Though actually he was very good; I was surprised. And he played Naive; I've never seen human beings dance as much as when we were treated to the Kooks.
• The snow machine. And the smoke machine, in fact. "Oh my God!", wailed Yasmin, "I'm blind! And it stinks! I might have a fit!" Oh, for the love of God...
• Richard and Ben dancing. Fabulous. And very similar to Josh, who was standing, eyes glazed and arms outstretched 'feeling' the music, before throwing himself around like a rag doll. Very, very funny.
• And, really, every last thing that happened.

And I got a little award thing. How nice. (Though pales in significance to queen of the checkouts, Richard!)

I'm working properly now - and, surprisingly, I'm not fucking it up completely. Well done me.

And my new proactive temperament ensures I am kept busy at all times; on Monday I went to the VCU for the photoshoot I arranged with the police to accompany my article. Yes, I organised it myself. Even my dad was impressed. Debs, though, was even more impressed. I hope. Well, I think she was - she's set me up with some work experience (or, as my mother calls it, Job Creation) at Radio Suffolk next month. So I'm practically a fully-fledged, hard-bitten journo now. I wish.

Kirstin, Kat, Gem and I had the most fun on Wednesday (post-work - so not sophisitcated), shooting the breeze and eating popcorn, watching vaguely scary films and discussing flesh-eating hamsters in disturbing detail. I want a hamster. Kirstin, I am so jealous.

And Kat, if you're reading, we adore him. Kirstin fancies him, you know - that's why she says it - she envies you. Ha! Tee hee.

Ooh, tennis.