I'm hearing it all the time...
Jack Hughes...
Mum... you haven't got any money in your purse !
Mum... I can't find my book/uniform/soul in my room, it's too messy !
Mum... I can't find my book/uniform/soul in my room, you tidied it up !
Mum... I need new clothes, all mine are crusty and covered in blood and zit-juice and er...stuff, and er..under the bed ...NO! ...Don't LOOK !
Mum... Come and get me from 'round the corner... what d'ya mean 'No' ?
And then the trembling self-righteous pointy
Bitten-nailed and dirty (*invests in nail-brush *) seggy finger of destiny...
Everything's YOUR fault and I HATE you !
J'accuse !
( I have a message from the darkside my pretties :
There's chocolate mousse is in the fridge ...
Console thyself ! )
Zola. ?..
Is that a new club ?
Oooooh...
Is it better than Creeeam ?
I'd like a word with Jack Hughes...
( So if anyone can get me onto the set of Follyoaks
with my smoke-bomb......? )
