This takes place 16 years after "Are These My Basoomas I See Before Me".

Here's what is going on:

Gee and Dave dated for a long time (well,2 whole beyond marvy months) before Dave's Olds decided he wasn't taking his education serious enough, and sent him off to a boarding school abroad in and Dave split on bad ters, ad hd a big fight in which very mean things were said by the both of them and they never even attempted to contact each other after all these years.

So Gee now lives in London,only visiting her Mutti and Vati on Chrimboli,and is busy as an agent for a book puublishing company..thingy and lives by herself in a comfy flat in Lodon overlooking where tons of gorgey boys play footie in she never gets to see it because she spends nearly 20 out of 24 hours a day at work.

Rosie and Sven went to Norway to meet Sven's parents which went amazingly well and they promplty got married at age 18 1/2,and even the bridesmaids were required to wear horns and knee-length beards.

Masimo slimed off to London for a singing gig but got into the bad boy ideal-i.e. drinking and drugs very badly and he crapped out 6 months after signing the deal,left flat broke.

Ellen went on to become a top nurse at a hospital in France and speaks fluent French, but still does tend to ramble a bit.

Jools and Dom moved to Hamburger-a-go-go Land and became high-flying advert executives.

Tom went to Kiwi-a-go-go-Land for a year to study, and Jas moved with him,and back, and now have a comfy flat in London, living happily with tons of stuffed owls.

And Wet Lindsay is still a slimy git, living in London working as an under-secretary in a magazine company and being a general weed,stepping on peoples' necks (figuratively,at least) to get by.

I always thought the Gee is very much like Bridget Jones in the Bridget Jones diary books, and reminds me a bot of Scarlet,pre-war, in Gone With The Wind,but that's a bloody big book and I do not have the time nor feel like trying to convert that to England setting, change names,blah blah blah dee blah !

So here it is-my big Bridget Jones/Georgia Nicolson crossover.

Enjoy, por favore!

I don't own Georgia Nicolson nor her Georgai-isms those

are Louise Rennison, nor do I own anything to do with Bridget Jones nor her diarys.

I don't own Georgia Nicolson, nor any of her mannerisms,mates,mad sisters,etc. nor do I own anything even to do closely with the Bridget Jones please don't sue my ass off !!!

New Year's Eve,Saturday,December 31st

8am

Snowing like a blizzard out.

Maybe it'll snow too hard for me to go to Mum and Dad's annual New Years parties.

They are always more horrific than the rest.I just hope this year they don't hire a male stripper.

Yes,you heard right, a male stripper.

And my mum wasn't the one who picked him out,scariest of all! Dad did....

10am

I fell back asleep and just woke up again to the sounds of the city.

It's soo nice to not be woke at all ghastly hours by a nude,mad little sister.

I wonder how she's enjoying La Gay Paree? Last postcard she sent she mentioned a boy named 'Pere'.I didn't have the heart to tell her that his name means father...he's probably a priest.

1 Minute Later

Good Lord Sanda,the France religion of...er...well, anyways,it will never be the same again.

At any rate,it's nice to get up at what ever time I want on my one day off and take 2 hour showers even, or at least untill the hot water runs out.

Hmmmm,stopped snowing.

Maybe I'll ring Mum and tell her it's blizzardy here and I 'sadly' won't make it to the annual Beer-N-Perv Party that they call a 'small family and close-friends gathering'.

10.05a

How freaky...I had picked up the phone to ring Mum and when I held it to my ear there was my dial tone.I reached over to tap the reciever thing and before I could I heard Mum say "oh just put on your chaps,'s not like it's fancy -fancy dress.' and Dad yell back "But it makes my ass sag worse than ever!"

I had to slam the phone down. I think I am gonig to be sick on myself.

10.30a

Made myself a peanut butter sarny and turned on the tv when the phone rang. I had just taken a big bite just as it rang,so when I tried to pick the reciever up and say "Hello?" I choked.

I must have choked 5 minutes before I could get a glass of milk down to sort of soften things up and say :"Hello?"

"Gee, are you in the middle of some weird sex thing?Because if you are I can call back another time.I'm just glad you finally got a boyfriend.I can count them on one hand, ever since you got dumped by that scummy Italian boy back home."

"Mum,one, ew, and two, I've had boyfriends,lots of them,since Masimo and I'd love to have one now but now is not a good time.I have my career and it takes up most,well,all my hours."

Mum sighed "Well,it's just as 's a boy coming to my party,named 's handsome devil, and a big-time lawyer 'd like him."

"Mum,as much as I love you setting me up,and believe me,I don't,I don't think I'll be able to --the snow's coming down like billio here."

But Mum scoffed and said "Don't speak bollocks. Be here round 3.' and hung up on me.

Huh.

I'm not going.

No way,no how.

I've got better things to do.

12p

I am soooooooooooooooo bored.

I tried organizing my closet but gave dust was making me sniffly anyways.

2pm

Somehow I found myself getting dressed and driving to Brighton.

I went for the snow bunny look, black skirt, black leggings, v-cut sweater and pink scarf to bring out the pink in my cheeks I know I'll have after being out in this cold for an hour.

I don't even know why I am 's not as if it's going to be FUN or anything. All of my mates will all off being happily married and whatnot.I think Rosie is even working an actual,9-to-5 job.

She's probably dancing on tables for a living but still,it's better than working at a book publishing agency like I do.

3p,Out Side My Gate

The house looks alot smaller than I remember.

As I pulled up Mum came out wine is already being drank by the barrel.

"I thought you weren't going to come."

"And yet here I am."

She opened the gate and we went in.I could hear the music from the street. Thank God it's not Abba. Or Duran Duran.

"David is here already.I think you met him before,you went to his birthday party once, spent the whole day nude in his paddlling pool."

Oh,no.

She took my coat and threw it on a chair then looked at me.

"So,what are you going to wear?"

I looked down at what I had didn't look bad.I think it looked quite Bridget Bardot chic .I even said so to Mum but she tutted and said "You'll never get a proper boyfriend if you dress like a nun.I have your old room made up and even put something lovely out on your bed for try it on."

"But I like how I look."

"And that's why you don't have many boyfriends,isn't it?"
Grrr,I hate her I hate her.

3.05p

My old room,just like I remember left it exactly like I left it --claw marks are still on the wall,the the rugs worn through from when me and the Barmy Army would drag the dresser over to my door for tip-top privacy going over the snogging scale, or reading Mum's latest Cosmo...Ahh, memories.

Now,what did Mum have out for me...?

7 Minutes Later

Looking at my self in the mirror.I can NOT go out in this.I look like a walking,talking hat hair.

Can this day get any worse?

1 Minute Later

Yes, it can .Grandad burst in in plaid dungerees wearing a knitted baclava "Come on, join the party!" .

How can I be related to these people?

3.15

Snuck downstairs and found Mum in the kitchen.

She was trying to make fondue with one of her aerobic class mates, but seeing a Mum's version of cooking is opening a tin of beans,it wasn't going very well.

She looked relieved to see me. "Don't you look darling!"

"No,I look like a hall rug."

Mum rolled her eyes and took me by the elbow and literally draged me to the living room where the rest of the 'party'was.

3:20pm

The first thing I saw was Uncle Eddie in all black leather,playing the air help me, tried to turn and run but Mum 'accidentally' tripped me .Good thing the couch was there to grab onto or I would have fallen head over arse and exposed my I couldn't remember what knickers I had on.

Uncle Eddie bounded over like the bounder he is "There you are,where you've been hiding all my life?"

""As far away from you as possible,thanks."

He laughed and said "Fancy a drink?"

I followed him over to the only good thing about these p;arties : the open bar. if everyone gets too unbearble I can either a)drink till I pass out or b)leave.

"Yes,please."

As he poured me some punch we winked at me and said "How's your sex life?"

Oh god, kill me now...please, I'm waiting !

5 Seconds Later

Oh god, he really expects me to answer.

And if I say it's non-existant he'll announce it to the room that I'm available,like I'm a cow up for auction.

I faked a smile "Fab,fanks."

He laughed "No shagging then?"

Mum's aerobic class mate,Gina came up for a drink as I said that and said "You career girls,always too busy for fun." which made me feel alot better.

Not.