Wow. I've Never Been A Vip Before.

This Is A Test, Isn't It? It's Like Choosing Out Of Three Caskets In A Fairy Tale. Everyone Knows The Rules. You Never Choose The Gold Shiny One. Or Even The Quite Impressive Silver One. What You're Supposed To Do Is Choose The Dull Little Lead One, And Then There's A Flash Of Light And It Turns Into A Mountain Of Jewels

It's A Girl. It's A Little Girl, With Scrunched-up Petal Lips And A Tuft Of Dark Hair And Hands In Tiny Fits, Up By Her Ears. All That Time, That's Who Was In There. And It's Weird, But The Minute I Saw Her I Just Thought: It's You. Of Course It Is.

Ok. Don't Panic. Don't Panic. It's Only A Visa Bill. It's A Piece Of Paper; A Few Numbers. I Mean, Just How Scary Can A Few Numbers Be?

A Party Like This Isn't About The Surprise Factor. It's About Someone Going To So Much Trouble That It Just... Overwhelms You.

You're So Narrow-minded! You Live In The Same Village You Grew Up In, You Run The Family Business, You're Buying A Nursery Down The Road... You're Practically Still In The Womb. So Before You Lecture Me On The Way To Live My Life, Try Living One Of Your Own, Ok?