OK, Caz?

I hate this place, and I can't wait til I get to leave; it is just the complete fucking pits of the world.

I am still trying to get John to take some proper notice, and if it's working, it's not fast enough for my liking.

Like I said last time, he's in New School gang, but he is just so hot – there's even a Blue Brigade girl after him, but she's a moose – truly, she looks like a bloke!

I so do not believe this is me doing this, but I'm actually getting up early to do my make up – I've got a few pix of Siouxsie, and Jordan from Jubilee to copy, but it takes about half an hour, and after running out of that fudge stuff, I'm back on sugar and water to spike my hair, which is just pants, basically.

Fucking hell, I'm even shining my Dockers, but I wish I had some boots with heels like Stanzi – she's got a boyf, of course.

Worst is that Tyso, who fancies me, is just getting keener, but he's such a fucking minger, thinking he's Malcolm Mc Fucking Claren.

I was avoiding him, and still on the trail of Hottie John, when I got into such deep shit: I was using a short cut only I know (up the cat-ladder from Floor Two to Floor Five), but the switch room it comes out in had been taken over by Sharp Set, who were weighing out more Bennie than I've ever seen.

You can guess they were not best pleased to see me arrive – I so got the fucking works off them. One had a wooden paddle, and she really went to work, with the other pair holding me down: They had my knix down, and it hurt like fuck – I embarrassed myself so badly and all but yelled the place down.

Should have said before, one of them was Maria – that horny one with the legs. She then does me with a cane, on top of the paddling.

Trouble was – and this is weird – it felt kinda good – bad, but good – it hurt like fuck, but that was what it was making me want to do – to fuck.

When they let me up, I just wanted to jump Maria right there, but they kicked me out of the room, straight into this oncoming New School and Hottie John.

I was literally dripping wet in my knix, and there was John, so I just grabbed him and snogged his face off, right in front of his mates. I have made myself look such a slut.

I don't know what I'm going to do now, because the others in New School must be on about how much of a slag I am, but I really want him.

In here, here I can't exactly ask him to come to a gig with me, or see a film. What am I supposed to do?

Other news (besides me getting the prize for Ms Yo-yo Knix) is that there's an inspector coming and Tyso reckons (even though he is a minger) that if we make enough trouble, they might close this dump for good. I reckon blowing up the boiler room might well do it – if we can get the right stuff!

See ya

Melody