This is not the time

I only have 10 days left of being 15. That means 10 days left of paying 70p to get to school, or £1.35 to get a return ticket into Manchester. After that I've just got to rely on looking about 12 years old.



I am doodling on newspapers. Already I have totally disfigured Agyness Deyn and drawn 4 teeny sketch men climbing an upside down pint of Green King Beer while their helpless associate drowns in this same pint of beer. There is also a giant stick man, who resembles the giant gingerbread man out of Shrek, who is scaling the other side of the pint, but he is about to fall off.



I am very bored.



I want to go to the seaside.