True story: When I was five I went to a friend's party. I started tucking into all the party food on the table (not that the kid's parents noticed) and by the time the party games outside ended for a food break, I has been sick from eating too much. Mum picked up to take me home, all rather embarrassed.This is Simster, this is:
"Oooh, lah-de-dah, look at me I've got a little olive on a stick floating about in my £10 half-a-mouthful cocktail, aren't I quite the HEIGHT of socialite sophistication ? Look, I've even got my little PINKIE pointing out at a jaunty angle"
*simper*
Anyway that's you now, that is.