Stanley found out about the cereal box plan. I think
someone snitched on me. I say no names.
So me and Roger Manning Jr's secret club will have to wait until I get more ideas from the next episode of Blue Peter. I wonder if there's any empty washing up bottles and sticky-back plastic kicking around Thom's "Room Of Junk That Looks Cool" - I quite fancy another go at making Tracey Island. Last time started off well, but it ended up as a scale model of the Taj Mahal, with working laser cannons! Peeeeoing! Zap! Zing! Pow!
I need tips on picking up girls. I mean. I'm in a band, we're reasonably successful, I've got a very nice suit- I'm not even a bad person - so why can't I get a shag? I think I might ask Ed if he's up for a chin transplant. With that manly jaw, surely even I couldn't fail!
Things I need to steal today: A lock of Jonny's hair, three toads, ear of bat and a copy of Playboy.
Oh oh! Stanley's found the fake dog-doings on the couch! I'm in trouble! I'm going to my hidey-hole!
Luv, Colin xxx