Knocked out by my nunga nungas

"Jas said, "Well, what happened?"
And I said, "Well, it was beyond marvy. We talked and snogged and then he made me a sandwich and we snogged and then he played me a record and then we snogged."
"So it was like…"
"Yeah… a snogging fest."
"Sacré bleu!" Jas looked like she was thinking which is a) unusual and b) scary
. I said, "But then this weird thing happened. He had his hands on my waist, standing behind me."
"Oo-er…"
"D-accord. Anyway, I turned round and he sort of leaped out of the way like two short leaping things."
"Was he dancing?"
"No… I think he was frightened of being knocked out by my nunga-nungas…" Then we both laughed like loons on loon tablets (i.e. A LOT)."

concerns Georgia’s enthusiasm for snogging, the details how to snog (for example, whether it is best to use lip-gloss or lipstick or both if you know you will be snogging later on), and where her friends and their boyfriends are on the snogging scale. The snogging scale starts at 1 (holding hands), going through 4 (kiss lasting over three minutes without a breath) and 7 (upper body fondling – indoors (in bed)) to 10 (the full monty). The rest of the book is devoted to the family holiday to Scotland, or “Och aye land” as she calls it, and her cat Angus, who continues to run amok in their neighborhood, even after Georgia’s father insists on taking him to the vet for an operation causing irreparable damage to his masculinity. Although Georgia is not a great student, and shows no more respect for her parents than Bart Simpson, she seems pretty healthy in her growing confidence about her relationships with boys and her friendships with girls. Her greatest strength is her use of language, since it is both very funny and evocative. Although Americans may be slightly baffled by her words (helpfully, there is a glossary at the back of the book for the perplexed), at least Anglophiles will take great pleasure in Georgia’s rantings.


*****/***** Excellent !