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“Jas,” I said, “I don’t want organic yoghurt. I want a moment . A cinematic, rain-drizzled, eyebrow-touch moment.”

Right. Listen. My life is officially over. More over than Mum’s attempt to serve “gourmet” cat-food pâté on crackers for Dad’s work do. --- shahd fylm Angus Thongs And Perfect Snogging 2008 mtrjm

It all started because I, Georgia Nicolson (14, fabulous nose, tragic personality) decided I needed to perfect The Snog. Not just any snog—the Perfect Snog . The kind where time stops and your knees actually turn to mashed potato. The kind Robbie the Sex God probably gives out like party favors. “Jas,” I said, “I don’t want organic yoghurt

Status: Dying of humiliation. Again.

We assembled in the Shed of Solitude (it’s just a garden shed with fairy lights and an old trampoline mat). Jas immediately said, “Georgia, you can’t force a perfect snog. It has to happen organically, like a yoghurt.” Listen