The brilliantly funny and cringe-worthy secret blog of 14-year-old Joe Cowley (wannabe comic artist and self-confessed repeller of girls): Sunday 1st January So here''s the thing. I''ve decided to start writing a blog. A private one. The idea is that it''ll help me sort my life out, because quite frankly, it can''t get much worse . . . · I gained the nickname Puke Skywalker after vomiting over Louise Bentley on the waltzer. · I am subjected to daily wedgies by my arch-enemy Gav James. · My so-called best mates are trying to get me killed in a bid to win £250 on You''ve Been Framed. This cannot go on. I have to do something, or I''ll end up like Mad Morris down the park who thinks he''s Jesus. By the end of next term, I''m going to be a completely different person. At least, that''s the theory...

The brilliantly funny and cringe-worthy secret blog of 14-year-old Joe Cowley (wannabe comic artist and self-confessed repeller of girls): Sunday 1st January So here''s the thing. I''ve decided to start writing a blog. A private one. The idea is that it''ll help me sort my life out, because quite frankly, it can''t get much worse . . . · I gained the nickname Puke Skywalker after vomiting over Louise Bentley on the waltzer. · I am subjected to daily wedgies by my arch-enemy Gav James. · My so-called best mates are trying to get me killed in a bid to win £250 on You''ve Been Framed. This cannot go on. I have to do something, or I''ll end up like Mad Morris down the park who thinks he''s Jesus. By the end of next term, I''m going to be a completely different person. At least, that''s the theory...

The brilliantly funny and cringe-worthy secret blog of 14-year-old Joe Cowley (wannabe comic artist and self-confessed repeller of girls): Sunday 1st January So here''s the thing. I''ve decided to start writing a blog. A private one. The idea is that it''ll help me sort my life out, because quite frankly, it can''t get much worse . . . · I gained the nickname Puke Skywalker after vomiting over Louise Bentley on the waltzer. · I am subjected to daily wedgies by my arch-enemy Gav James. · My so-called best mates are trying to get me killed in a bid to win £250 on You''ve Been Framed. This cannot go on. I have to do something, or I''ll end up like Mad Morris down the park who thinks he''s Jesus. By the end of next term, I''m going to be a completely different person. At least, that''s the theory...