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Kelly wandered into Trophy room No. 2. While the first one was very personal, containing trophies such as a class sports competition that Peter won back in school (which he still doesn’t know how, he was rubbish in PE), and a copy of the bank statement just after the boys made their first million (their own first million that is), these trophies were dedicated to Kelly and Emma’s first love: gunge. There was the signed photo from Dave Benson Phillips, the unsigned photo from Noel Edmonds and the digital photo the voiceover man had somehow got Suzi from Slop Drop fame to sign (they never asked how, but then he is more powerful than blog invaders, so nothing is really beyond him). It was another of his projects that had brought Kelly here today.
To one side, there was a desk. This was a special desk, seeing as what it held was known throughout the whole blog. Kelly looked at the large photos on the wall, the first with Emma Watson mid-drop on the GYOB dunk tank, then Karen Gillan sat just before the Car Wash and finally there was Kaley Cuoco, stood at the entrance of what Kelly knew to be a very messy labyrinth (one which she hasn’t yet had the chance to visit, despite all the tourists that have). There was an envelope waiting for her on the desk, addressed to her (and not Emma for some reason). She opened it, quickly read it, then smiled. She looked at the now empty list sat on the screen in front of her. Five hundred and twelve spaces were there, waiting to be filled.
Kelly then turned her head to the designs. She wasn’t sure which one was to be picked this year, but there were some really gungey options, so whoever emerges out on top this year will surely end up just as covered as the three previous winners. Besides, Emma wasn’t doing anything over Easter, and the voiceover man does need things to get done. Kelly stood, envelope in hand, and headed out towards the gunge room, itching to try “The Gunge Grand Prix Experience”, wondering what would be added to the pile this year, and who will take the all important crowning gunging.
