April 9th, 2007
Coleen’s 21st: The WAGs in Attendance
Sherree Murphy, Nicola Carragher, Justine Mills (owner of designer boutique Cricket), Coleen McLoughlin, Alex Curran and Abi Clancy
Justine: Listen up bitches, I don’t want any of these clothes returned to the shop with beer, lipstick or other unidentified stains on them. I’m looking at you, Clancy.
Abi: Whatever, Justine. I’m skinnier than you and fabulously happy. Look how fabulously happy I look.
Alex: I’m the fabulously happy star here. I know it. You know it. Even with my bloated carb face, I am the queen. No one else can wear an aubergine set of drapes like this.
Sheree: Stop fighting girls, this is Coleen’s night.
Alex: Oh, go back to your typist job at Manpower, Sheree. This is a party, not a gathering around the water cooler.
Sheree: I’m wearing Chloe, darling, which trumps your Philip Armstrong fabric concoction. By the way, have you seen my husband’s bottom? It’s like a peach, I promise you.
Alex: Stop touching me Abi. Stop trying to push your way into the picture.
Abi: I wouldn’t have to touch you if you’d give me a little space. Stop bogarting the pose.
Alex: I swear, if I had hands, I would scratch your eyes out.
Justine: Speaking of hands Nicola, yours are making me uncomfortable.
Coleen: I would kill for a cheeseburger. Maybe I can get Wayne to make a run to Mickey-D’s.