Saturday, 5 May 2007 | 3:01 pm

Bomb is a bomb is a bomb is a bomb

My dear daddy is trying to fix up the Bomb for me. Anybody remember that ad on T.V for car insurance, where the son didn't have any insurance so the dad stuck cushions around the car so it wouldn't get damaged? Yeah, something like that. My dad keeps telling me "The car may be old, but the engine is practically brand new!". My response (being the superficial female that I am) is: "Well it still looks like a Bomb". Hence proving that no female gives a rats arse what the ENGINE is like, the car has to at least look good. PLUS, the gearbox is screwed and the Bomb loses a life every time it goes up a hill. Well I officially have my own key to the car, and my dad said it's practically MY car now, so LUCKY ME, I have inherited a death-trap, which at any minute will probably explode. That being said, I love my car and I will have to find it a name.

The Fungus Kung Fu Rally is on tonight. I'll probably post again later to tell you how it went! All I know is that Audrey and Jonno are super excited/nervous and it's bound to be a lot of fun!

With love,
Mel