Confessions of a Georgia Nicholson Fangirl

Back in the mid-2000s, I was a perfectly normal teenage girl… if by “normal” you mean “thought a boy would fall in love with me if I tripped in front of him” and “believed saying fnaaaarrr! was peak flirtation.” All thanks to one girl: Georgia blooming Nicholson.

The Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging books were the cool-girl reading material at school. If you didn’t know the snogging scale off by heart, were you even living? Georgia had a language all of her own — nunga-nungas, snog fest, full frontal snogging — words that felt like you were doing something slightly illegal just by reading them out loud.

And then there was Robbie the Sex God. The blueprint. The pinnacle. The teen crush to end all teen crushes. Did he exist in real life? No. Did we believe someone exactly like him would turn up at our school disco? Yes.

I’d read those books in public and try to keep a straight face while Georgia described the latest mortifying disaster, but my bright red cheeks usually gave me away. I even tried keeping my own Georgia-style diary, but it ended up 80% “Mum is annoying” and 20% “Saw cute boy on the bus.”

Daisy’s Corner:
“If Robbie the Sex God had seen me, he’d have fallen in love instantly. Unfortunately, he didn’t — probably because I was eating crisps in my dressing gown at the time. His loss.”

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Sleepover Club: The Original Girl Gang Goals

Before WhatsApp groups and Netflix watch parties, friendship revolved around one thing: the sleepover. And no fictional friend group did it better than The Sleepover Club.

We had the core five: Frankie, Kenny, Fliss, Rosie, and Lyndz. Masters of the themed sleepover. These girls didn’t just throw on pyjamas and order pizza — oh no. They camped in the living room, turned bedrooms into spas, and ran full-blown spy missions. Meanwhile, their ongoing feud with “The M&Ms” (Emma and Emily) was the perfect mix of petty and epic.

Between the books and the TV show, there was enough sleepover inspo to last a lifetime. In reality, my own sleepovers were more:

• 80% eating crisps and sweets
• 15% watching films we’d already seen
• 5% desperately trying to stay awake so I wasn’t the first one to pass out

It wasn’t glamorous, but it was ours. Still, there’s something magical about how The Sleepover Club made girlhood feel like an endless adventure.

Daisy’s Corner:
“I was ready to start my own Sleepover Club but then realised I’d have to… you know… share snacks. Not happening.”