Strange Thoughts of a Strange Man

Who is Georgia Nicolson?

Georgia is the heroine in a series of books by Louise Rennison, The Confessions of Georgia Nicolson. I have written about them before on this blog but, in short, Georgia is a teenaged girl suffering all of the usual stuff that girls of that age suffer. Boys, parents, make-up, dubious little sisters and over-seed cats. The usual.

The series is incredibly funny and at times rather touching. Georgia often comes across as a rather arrogant girl who knows it all but, in reality, we know she doesn’t and, more importantly, so does she. She also loves her family dearly, especially her little sister, her ferocious cat, and her parents although she would never admit it. She also has a hidden heart of gold and ends up, almost secretly, doing the right thing.

Rennison has, through Georgia and her supporting characters, a remarkable talent for inventing new words and phrases: poo-parlour division, nippy noodles, basoomas and nunga-nungas to name but a few. There’s the snogging scale and the having a hump scale (no, not that sort of hump, you dirty mixes!).

David buys me the latest book in the series for my birthday each year. As yesterday was my birthday I now have the tenth in the series, ‘Are these my basoomas I see before me?’

Unfortunately, it is also the last.

I am almost reluctant to read the book although I know that when I start I will read it obsessively and finish the thing within a day. Will Rennison end it on a high?

Will Georgia see the light and drop Massimo the luuuurve god, forget about Robbie the sex god and finally realise that she belongs with Dave the Laugh?

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David and I are perhaps the only men in their forties who are fans of Louise Rennison's series of books for teenaged girls, The Confessions of Georgia Nicolson. We were first attracted to the books when we saw that OneWord, a now defunct broadcaster of audio books, had something with the title It's OK, I'm Wearing Really Big Knickers in it's listings for the month. How could we resist a title like that?

Big Knickers turned out to be the second in the Georgia Nicolson series.

Since then I have read all the books and get the latest one for my birthday each year. We also have listened to all of the audio versions of the books in the car on long journeys.

I was quite excited to see that a film was coming out of the first book, Angus, Thongs and Full-frontal Snogging. I wouldn't go and see it, of course. It's one thing to have the bottle to read a pink hardback decorated with flowers and lipsticks than it is to be the only man in a cinema full of teenaged girls. I might as well wear a full length dirty macintosh to complete the seedy image I would have by proxy.

I was also excited to see the first poster for the film this morning but immediately disappointed to see that the title of the film is Angus, Thongs and PERFECT Snogging.

Eh?

Perfect?

I can only assume that the title had to change to get it past the board of censors but, honestly, how are the words "full" and "frontal" going to corrupt the girls who are going to see the film? They will already be fans of the books and, gosh, know the full title and a whole lot more.

Blimey O'Reilly's trousers! I would have expected that sort of thing in Hamburger-a-gogo-Land but here? Billy Shakespeare would have a nervy B.

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