Nikkiness

There's a lot of Nikki in me.

Some of us are born princesses, and some of us pick it up along the way. Especially when we have a partner who panders to our princessy pouting...

In the pub on Monday we sat behind two girls who were therapising one another. One had a boyfriend who had just thrown beer in her face and walked off. The other could sympathise, because her boyfriend once cut her cheek with a broken bottle.

At least the princess outbursts only consist of scowling, stamping and melodramatic shrieking. That's why it's okay for girls, but not boys. You just don't know how to do it right.