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Emily likes to make an entrance. Had she been born in the time of grand balls in stately homes, she’d have waited to be announced on arrival – Lady Emily Coombs – and she’d glide into a room and capture everyone’s attention. I’m more of a sneak-in-the-back-door girl; I like to feel my way around an atmosphere, gauge the room, watch from the shadows until I know who is in charge – who are the leaders and how will things play out. Because no party is simply a get-together of friends. There are friendship groups, power-plays, things that might happen and things that will never happen. I don’t expect it’s any different in the adult world and us teenagers are simply learning the rules of the game early, so we can figure out how to bend them when we need to. Tonight, the worst that will happen will be bruised egos – maybe a fight – but it’s all practice for the real thing.  Or so I tell myself as Liam strolls over to us in the hallway, his hand brushing my bum in a gesture I suspect nobo...

I never think of myself as a British writer. Most people who read my blog and books are from other climes. But I’ve been invited to play ‘A Very British Blog Tour’, which was set up to celebrate authors in our small isles.  I was nominated by fellow Electric Author John A A Logan and he was tapped by Christine Miller . You can find my own list of Brits at the end.  There are rules, which I’ll keep in small print because John covered them already. Magnify by Ctrl++ if you feel inclined, otherwise let’s glide onwards. We British have certain conventions, traditions and procedures that are expected. There is a dress code in the reading of this British blog and you are expected to comply with it. Gentlemen will wear suits, white shirts and dark ties (or kilts, sporrans , baggy T-shirts etc). (Tartan ties wherever possible). Ladies will wear dresses (one inch above the knee, no higher, no lower) and floral summer hats (or baggy troosers and bunnets). Jodh...