‘Dancing in my nuddy-pants!’

‘Dancing in my nuddy-pants!’
Louise Rennison

Brilliantly funny, Louise Rennison’s fabby fourth book on the confessions of crazy but lovable Georgia Nicolson. Guaranteed to have the nation laughing their knickers off!Phoned Jas.“Jas?”“Oui.”“Do you ever get the urge?”“Pardon?”“You know, to flow free and wild.”She was thinking.“Well, sometimes, when Tom and I are alone in the house together…”“Yes…”“We flick each other with flannels.”“Jas, you keep talking on the telephone and I will send out for help.”“It’s good fun… what you do is…”“Jas, Jas, guess what I am doing now?”“Are you dancing?”“Yes, I am, my strange little pal. But what am I dancing in?”“A bowl?”“Jas, don’t be silly. Concentrate. Try to get the image of me flowing wild and free.”“Are you dancing in… your PE knickers?”“Non… I am DANCING IN MY NUDDY-PANTS!!!”And we both laughed like loons on loon tablets.

‘Dancing in my nuddy-pants!’

You’ll laugh your knickers off!

Louise Rennison

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Find out more about Georgia at www.georgianicolson.com (http://www.georgianicolson.com)

First published in Great Britain by Piccadilly Press Ltd 2002

Published by Scholastic Ltd 2003

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Dedication (#ulink_391e0203-02d4-5b5f-b77f-90f1ffe439a3)

Once again, this work of geniosity is dedicated to my lovely family (whom I lobe very much) and my beyond marvy mates. To Mutti, Vati, Soshie, John, Eduardo Delfonso Delgardo, Honor, Libbs, Millie, Arrow and Jolly, Kimbo, the Kiwi-a-gogo branch, Salty Dog, Jools and the Mogul, Big Fat Bob, Jimjams, Elton, Jeddbox, Lozzer, Mrs H, Geoff, Mizz Morgan, Alan “it’s not a perm” Davies, Jenks the Pen, Kim and Sandy, Black Dog, Downietrousers and his lovely fiancee, Andy Pandy, Phil and Ruth, Cock of the North and family, Lukey and Sue, Tony the Frock, Ian the Computer, the Ace Gang from Parklands, St Nicks.

To the English team: Brenda, Yasemin (hi!!!), Margot and everyone at Piccadilly. An especial thank you to the marvellous Emma, the best press person known to humanity.

To the gorgey Scholastic types: David, Gavin, Jessica and Helen.

Much love and thanks to the fabulous Clare (the Empress) and to Gillon, as always.

Thank you to the HarperCollins family.

And finally, Dancing in my nuddy-pants is dedicated to the lovely people who have read my books and written to tell me how much they aime them.

I love you all.

I do.

Honestly.

Table of Contents

Cover (#uacfab572-8f7c-5b69-a6de-c8c2f0c24936)

Title Page (#u3cc2a452-9bf7-5aac-bb64-dd09eee93b86)

Copyright (#u3f7373cf-ff7b-5124-b7ee-ef3a4e953bed)

Dedication (#uf9fdbd07-38fa-5013-b1c2-34c169c47ea7)

She who laughs last laughs the laughingest (#u8ff03ddf-a5fa-5c3f-bf46-7a06cf93aed1)

School panto fiasco (a.k.a. complete twats in tights) (#uf5274d89-d592-5438-b972-0a139b79413f)

Furry Baby Jesuses (#litres_trial_promo)

Frogland extravaganza (#litres_trial_promo)

The Cosmic Horn (#litres_trial_promo)

Go Forth, Georgia, and use your red bottom wisely (#litres_trial_promo)

Keep Reading (#litres_trial_promo)

Georgia’s Glossary (#litres_trial_promo)

P.S. (#litres_trial_promo)

Also by the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

She who laughs last laughs the laughingest (#ulink_eb7c3f3a-b7a9-59ab-b3be-c323145094e0)

Sunday November 21st My bedroom Midday as the crow flies Throwing it down

I’ve just seen a sparrow be quite literally washed off its perch on a tree. It should have had its umbrella up. But even if it had had its umbrella up it might have slipped on a bit of wet leaf and crashed into a passing squirrel. That is what life is like. Well it’s what my life is like.

Once more I am beyond the Valley of the Confused and treading lightly in the Universe of the Huge Red Bottom. What is the matter with me? I love the Sex God and he is my only one and only, but try telling that to my lips. Dave the Laugh only has to say, “You owe me a snog,” and they start puckering up. Well, they can go out on their own in future.

12:30 p.m.