Bridget Moans Oh bum, its been twenty minutes since Miss "Flaky" Dandridge gave us this park project and I'm bored already! Luckily, I copied Trisha's pad when she wasn't looking, but Stacey let me trace her's for some gloss. And Darren's number. Cow. Now I've got to draw this weed on my own. Tragic. Cos I gave Stace the wrong number (Ha!) and Trish caught me cribbing. Again. If they really were my friends, they'd do it all for me. God, it looks a mess! I know, I'll just add a couple of 'anatomical improvements', that should be good for a laugh!