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437 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 6, 2013





‘Let's get this straight. Yesterday you were living your life as normal, yes?' I nodded. He continued. 'Then you go home and find your boyfriend with another woman, break up with him, go to Tink's, get blindgly drunk and decide to move to Calgary, Canada?'
'Erm, in a nutshell, y-yes.'
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"Cause of death: Tudor overdose."

This is the whistle-stop memoir of how a lower-middle-class girl from the north of England one day changed the way she lived her life and set off on a bumpy path that ultimately led her to her own slice of the happily-ever-after pie.
Nobody ever gets to the end of their life and thinks, 'I wish I had lived more cautiously', 'I'm so happy I never tried something new' or 'I'm glad I let the potential love of my life go because I was too scared to take a chance'.
If there's a sure-fire way to stop the awe of meeting a celeb, it was for them to be a complete and utter twat.
I know what you're thinking: surely these two amazing kids were in the popular crowd? But alas, John was as bent as a butcher's meat hook, and I was as fat as a pig.
I am addicted. I, Natasha Munro, am a Tudaholic.
As they say in Hollywood, that's a wrap! And the oscar goes to Tudor North and Tash Munro for an outstanding debut performance in a sex scene!
That's not a six pack, that's a friggin' brewery, and this girl's game for a piss up!
"I may not want to see you porking my bestie in a live sex show, but feel free to walk round with that spank-bank-worthy tush-tush out on display... just don't bend over, 'cos then you're fair game!"
"Tit for tat, Mr. North. Tit. For. Tat," I scolded.
He looked me up and down and said, "Well, I've got the tats so..."




I know I could be everything to you. But its impossible

“This is the whistle-stop memoir of how a lower-middle-class girl from the north of England one day changed the way she lived her life and set off on a bumpy path that ultimately led her to her own slice of the happily-ever-after pie.”
I’m a twenty-eight-year-old high school teacher from Newcastle-Upon-Tyne in England – well, a farm just on the outskirts of town – and I’d class myself as fun with a bubbly personality, and before you ask, n – that’s not code for me being ugly, but heck, I ain’t no Cindy Crawford either! But I am fab-u-lous and totally know how to work it!
I am not fat by any means, but I am not skinny or slender either – I like to think I’m a whole lot of va-va-voom tied up in a coke-shaped bottle.

“I am addicted. I, Natasha Munro, am a Tudaholic.”


“I know what you’re thinking: surely these two amazing kids were in the popular crowd? But alas, John was as bent as a butcher’s meat hook, and I was as fat as a pig.”
“If there’s a sure-fire way to stop the awe of meeting a celeb, it was for them to be a complete and utter twat.”
“I don't know what bothered me more: the ménage a trios invitation or the fact that Little Miss Twig had continued slowly grinding on my soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend’s dick like a Black and Decker drill bit whilst he explained”
for introducing me to two of the most endearing, lovable and unforgettable characters – NATASHA MUNRO & TINKS!!!



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