Ahh the aches and pains of Monday morning...
Mood:  cheeky
Oh my good lord! What a cheeky mood we musketeerettes are in! Aside from completely making utter twats of ourselves in Tennis lesson (now Lorny is so knackered she is literally falling asleep at the desk) we are now discussing Globehead AGAIN. Oh how we wish the hose (yes, yes, Lorny did actually relate this to something rude - as I said, we are feeling rather cheeky)had come into use! So we'd better fill you in on the wonderful events of DOE......

We can't actually remember too well the exact details since it's all become a blur BUT we DO remember several (we're talking HUNDREDS) of lads losing to us at their own game - footie. What bums. Apres ca, we decided to *attempt* to put the tent up. Bad idea. It nearly bloody well blew away damned thing. And as for cooking... pah. Oh, and Lorny went commando due to the pissing rain soaking her to the undies en route to the loos. Lovely.

Right. We all moaned about how single we were (apart from Clairey) to each other, and tried to recollect the terms used to describe a... ahem... gentleman's tackle. So far we have come up with:

* rainbow cone
* knob
* cock
* prick
* dick
* penis
* trouser snake
* love stick
* larry
* excallibur
* ding dong
* sausage
* willy
* tail

Any additions would be greatly appreciated!

And the walk? Well, aside from nearly being charged at by a very miffed and very large horse (blame the goddamn route card APPARENTLY), running wildly through someone's back garden, stinging ourselves to death by nettles, falling out majorly with other members of the group and resorting to votes at least twice, crawling under barbed wire, getting lost on the way to Londonthorpe despite the fact we could actually see it, running through the farmer's just plowed fields, and generally acting like complete pillocks and causing mayhem throughout the county, we had a bloody good time!

Oh, and we forgot to mention swapping the Bogies game for a game of, erm, Willy.

Duke of Edinburgh Practice Expedition tonight!!!
Mood:  sharp
How interesting has this lunchtime been? Ever since Babysitting has finally finished with the course we have been having a rather long and heated discussion concerning the election!

"And how stupid Tony Blair is! [Lorny says] but we have to hand one thing to him - is that he has been persistant, and it's his birthday today so we've got to be nice..."

Now, Clairey Nic n Lorny are discussing possibilities of going to Nottingham shopping. The plan is as follows:

* Firstly, in 3 days Nate will have passed his driving test and will be in possession of a #600 corsa!
* Secondly, bung Nic on the roof, Clairey n Chris in the boot, Lorny, Nate and Ash in the car! Sorted!
* Petrol money? No thanks.

Now we are talking about breast-feeding and how it makes you lose lots of weight. Lovely.

DOE tonight! We are all very excited but we are quite nervous too since Shovel-head is also sharing a tent with us. Grrrrrreat. We have to remember: blister plasters! An absolute necessity en route to Welby :D for Lunch and erm... desert lol :P and erm water bombs for particularly globeheaded blondes aka manba. mwaaaaaaahahahaha! xx Mwah! xx

Wish us luck!

Thursday 28th April 2005 At lunchtime
Mood:  accident prone
Wow, the first ever post aside from the profiles of course. Currently, only 4 musketeerettes are present due to unfortunate circumstances (lunch).

Of course the regular culprit is pissing everyone off with her dyer singing voice and terrible dance moves. It's all wrong! It's almost as bad as the laugh.

Thinking of making t-shirts for D.O.E - Welby crew beware the pink ladies are coming through. But we'll still get Globehead if that's what you're thinking. Bring on the waterbombs!!!!!!!!!!!!

The obsession with the hair straighteners. Has anyone ever heard of the natural look?

And as for the lunchtime conversation topics, now they currently consist of:

* losing your virginity at the age of 12
* classical FM
* fat slags shaggin bouncers

Final thought : Musketeerettes - Globehead suck eggs. Quite.

Profiles of the musketeerettes!
Mood:  cheeky
Bonjourno fellow groupies!

Voila. The musketeerette gang are as follows:

Numero une:
Scotty: Long brown hair, tendency to laugh silently, also in the process of converting her to the Bravery whoooo!

Numero deux:
Lorny: Love of shoes + handbags, addiction - hot sweaty lads lying on her front room floor (for a full description please consult her. Long story.) Love the good old crutch every now and again.

Numero trois:
Clairey: love of netball and chris (not :P), currently skinted and lacking a life. May have to sell herself to pay for her huge debt problems.

Numero quatre:
Nicola: addiction to chocolate (so far her cut-back is 8 bars a week - shocking!), finds amusement in old wrinkly men beeping at her. Whatever floats your boat I suppose.

Numero cinq:
Laura: slightly mental (understatement), very good with cakes especially Mr. Kipling ;) Spends time oggling over 28-year-old married men.

Numero six:
Emma: also known as Farmer Giles due to events at Butlins. Cute little cherry - but beware she bites HARD if provoked. "If you leave me now, you take away the biggest part of me whoooooooooooo.... please don't go!"