--- Shahd Fylm Angus — Thongs And Perfect Snogging 2008 Mtrjm

Right. Listen. My life is officially over. More over than Mum’s attempt to serve “gourmet” cat-food pâté on crackers for Dad’s work do.

It all started because I, Georgia Nicolson (14, fabulous nose, tragic personality) decided I needed to perfect The Snog. Not just any snog—the Perfect Snog . The kind where time stops and your knees actually turn to mashed potato. The kind Robbie the Sex God probably gives out like party favors.

But how? I’ve practiced on my pillow (Mr. Fluffy, who now smells of toothpaste and despair), and I’ve studied Romeo + Juliet on DVD until the menu screen burned into my retinas. Still. Zero actual lip-to-lip action with an actual boy who isn’t my cousin’s friend Tom (disaster—he laughed because I opened one eye). --- shahd fylm Angus Thongs And Perfect Snogging 2008 mtrjm

Here’s a short piece written in the spirit of Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging (2008), channeling the voice of Georgia Nicolson—diary entries, dramatic teen angst, and all—plus a nod to “mtrjm” (mate, ready, join) as a call to assemble the Ace Gang. Operation Perfect Snog (MTRJM Edition)

— Georgia xxx P.S. Angus the cat just walked over my notebook and sat on the “lip balm” section. That’s a sign. Probably. More over than Mum’s attempt to serve “gourmet”

“Jas,” I said, “I don’t want organic yoghurt. I want a moment . A cinematic, rain-drizzled, eyebrow-touch moment.”

Then Jas, who is secretly a genius disguised as a girl who collects ceramic frogs, said: “What if we reverse-engineer it? We spy on couples who are good snoggers and take notes.” The kind where time stops and your knees

Subject: MTRJM Message: EMERGENCY. SNOGGING CRISIS. Meet in my shed in 10. Bring lip gloss and honesty.