My sketch of Finn in leather jacket, series 1 of My Mad Fat Diary, when Rae says “Finn - the list isn’t that long.” I wanted to draw this in pencil, but very heavy, like a cartoon strip style. I used a 4B pencil. I just think Nico looks very iconic in that leather jacket. Like a 50’s movie star. I also love the way he’s looking over his shoulder at Rae. You begin to get a sense that what she thinks of him actually matters to him. There is that sexy edge of vulnerability in Nico’s eyes, that catches our heartstrings every time.
MMFD 3 Fan Fic Ep 2: GroundedRae’s DiaryJune 17th, 199_
I’ve never seen Finn move so fast, as when Mum arrived back from Bingo. We grabbed our clothes and put them back on at literally the speed of light, apart from when Finn fell off the bed trying tp put one of his trainers back on. Then I quickly made the bed. Finn left the room and went downstairs; I was about to follow when I saw the used condom on the floor.
>> BONKING EVIDENCE ALERT! <<
Quick as a flash I picked it up, ran to the bathroom, threw it down the loo and flushed it away. Fortunately it has a strong flush or the flamin’ thing would have floated back up.
So anyway… I ran down the stairs and reached the sitting room just as I heard Mum’s key in the front door. I glanced nervously at Finn. He had combed his hair and was sitting near me on the sofa, pretending to be fascinated by the Radio Times magazine. I moved closer to him and pretended to read it over his shoulder, as Mum walked in. For some weird reason, my Oasis top felt a bit tight. I looked up at Mum.
“Oh hi Mum!” I said casually. “Was bingo all right?”
“Yes love, I won fifty quid as it goes!” She looked smug.
Then, chillingly, she looked us up and down.
“Wait a minute… Finn… Rae… have you been having nookie in my house while I was out?!”
Finn visibly blanched; white as a ghost. He shook his head, unable to find his voice for a terrible moment.
“No Mum!” I lied. “What makes you think that?”
“Well it’s not rocket science to work that one out Rae” she snapped, “you’re wearing each other’s tops!”
I looked down. Finn’s medium-sized Oasis top was stretched across my humungous boobs like a small black shopping bag trying to contain two giant melons. I looked at Finn. He appeared to be wearing a parachute-sized bell tent printed with the Oasis logo. To make matters worse, as he realised what happened, he began to snigger. I tried not to look at him but it was no use; I started laughing as well..
“Oh, well I’m glad you think it’s so funny” said Mum, folding her arms sternly. “Well you can swap your tops back over right now, then Finn, you can sling yer hook,” (she gestured to the door) “and Rae, you’re grounded for at least three weeks!”
I wanted to shout back at Mum not to ground me, that I wasn’t a kid; but I was too embarrassed. Finn looked well embarrassed too.
“I’m sorry Mrs. Bouchtat” he said, suddenly. I looked at him in surprise.
“But it’s not like you think. Rae and me… erm… we love each other."
He looked even more uncomfortable now, saying this, as if he wished he could teleport himself off-planet just to get the hell out of my mother’s death-ray stare. His face had gone all red, it looked dead sexy.
"You know what, Finn” she said. “I don’t really blame you at all. You seem a pretty decent lad really. I blame this tarty little madam here!”
She flailed her arm towards me, almost whacking me in the face.
“And in any case” she ranted on, “whoever’s fault it is, I will NOT have MY HOUSE used as some kind of student KNOCKING SHOP!!”
I have this deranged imagination, me. Well, as I’ve said before, I am mad. As soon as Mum said these words, a vision flashed into my mind of me dressed in red lacy basque and black stockings, while Finn, as my pimp, stood there in a white fur pimp coat, leather jeans, shades and black trilby hat, counting the money I made that night. There was also this big neon cartoon sign,
“COME TO MADAME RACHEL’S NAUGHTY KNOCKING SHOP”
…I tried desperately not to laugh at this thought, which made Mum even more livid. But she turned away in tight-lipped silence as me and Finn swapped our Oasis tops back over.
“Right” she said, after a while. “Are you decent?"
"Yeah” we answered, as one.
“OK. Well Finn, you can go home now, and you won’t see Rae again out of college hours for at least three weeks.”
Finn looked sad at this announcement. I could swear I saw his lower lip tremble. He picked up his leather jacket and left. I felt gutted as I heard him go downstairs and leave by the front door, pulling it shut with a faint click. Not like how I usually leave, with a resounding slam; but then Finn is such a gentle soul.
Now Mum was looking at me with a silent, slow-burning anger. Her eyes were almost glowing red with rage.
“Well madam” she said, quietly. “What have you got to say for yourself?”
“I’m sorry for having sex with Finn in your house” I said, still feeling desperately embarrased. “But I’m not sorry for having sex with Finn. He’s gorgeous, it was beautiful; and I’ll never regret it even if it never happens again; and you can’t take that away from me.”
“Oh, well bring out the Mantovani violins” Mum sneered. “I hope it was worth it, because there’ll be no pub, no rock concerts-”
“Gigs” I corrected her,
“no hanging around in the park with your silly friends after college; and speaking of college, you’re going to buckle down and finish that coursework on creative writing! I’m going to end up proud of you if it kills me.”
And it probably will, I thought, but out loud I said nothing.
In the days that followed this severe and embarrassing bust-up with Mum, i resigned myself to hard work, no social life, no rock gigs and only seeing Finn at college. Well, the “no rock gigs” thing hardly mattered most of the time, anyway.
Then bloody Chop turned up at the campus grounds and announced he’d blagged us all some tickets for Oasis live at the Manchester Appollo. And I was still grounded! Everyone was so excited except for me. I was almost in tears at the thought of missing it. Finn noticed my emotional state, and took me aside.
“You all right?” he asked softly.
I took a deep breath. “Not really. But I hope you all enjoy Oasis next week.”
“So you’re still grounded then?” He stroked my hair as he spoke. Some girls were staring at us, giggling. I tried to ignore them.
“Yeah I’m still grounded” I said. A tear ran down my face. I felt like an utter twat.
“God, Rae,” he sighed, “it’s been over two weeks now.” He caght the tear gently with his thumb. “We need to help you escape. You have to come and see Oasis live. It won’t be the same if you’re not there.”
“It won’t be the same for me either” I said miserably. “You’ll all be at the Oasis gig and I’ll be sat at home under the Gestapo glare of my mother, doing bloody college coursework! And how will you help me escape from that?!”
“I don’t know” murmured Finn, leaning close. He kissed my cheek. “But I’ll think of something.”
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It by TheZombieBait
Everyone could see it. Everyone except for Finn and Rae- that is.
Archie was the first to see it. He wasn’t Uncle Archie for nothing.
But to be fair, it was fairly easy for a best friend to notice.
No other girl had ever managed to hold Finn’s attention for more than ten seconds before. A minute, tops. And there he was now- scowling, shaking his head, smirking at… even bantering with the new girl!
When she’d gone off with his 20p, Finn had sent him a wink as if they were in on a joke together- he didn’t think she’d actually play anything decent. Archie couldn’t help smirk when he saw the scoffing look on Finn’s face as Beastie Boys had blared out from the jukebox.
“Yeah, it’s not too bad- for mainstream,” she’d said coolly.
Finn Nelson had finally found his match in Rae Earl.
As much as she didn’t want to, Chloe saw it next. It was hard to ignore.
Finn was practically all over Rae. He was touching her every chance he got. Whether it was writing those dumb messages on her thighs using his fingers or lying beside her on the grass, with his legs over hers, or reaching over to kiss her cheek which had seemed to surprise even Rae.
She tried to ignore it. To ignore what was happening right in front of her eyes. To ignore that little tingly feeling of jealousy that sprung up each time.
She was the first one to see Finn. He was hers! Plus, who couldn’t see that her and Finn would make the hottest couple in all of Lincolnshire? And Rae- she was her best friend and yeah, she loved her- but…Finn and Rae?
So why is he there cracking jokes with her- inviting her over…what?! He invited her over to his place to check out some music…!
Chloe didn’t want to see it in the least- oh no. But she did. She did see it no matter how hard she tried not to.
Finn Nelson liked Rae Earl. He liked her a lot.
Izzy saw it, too. She was the one to catch all the glances he snuck at Rae when he thought nobody was looking.
Finn may have thought he was being subtle- but she noticed.
She had to though, considering how she was so familiar with the act herself. It was only a matter of time. All these years of secretly liking Ch-…, er, never mind, - she had mastered the whole thing.
So how could it fool her keen, observant gaze? It didn’t.
It was as clear as sunshine. Oh, this was lovely! She giggled happily.
Finn Nelson was so head over heels for Rae Earl.
Even Chop saw it…eventually. And that was saying something.
Finn, who barely talked to anyone about much- couldn’t stop gabbing on about Rae this and Rae that whenever they were together. Especially- dissecting Rae’s taste in music. He even went so far as to pick a fight with one of the other guys who’d said something less than flattering about Rae. While Chop had jumped in Rae’s defence along with him, he teased Finn mercilessly about it. Finn would just coolly shrug it off.
But Chop knew his boy Finn had flipped. Big time. He approved. Rae was cool, dead funny- and one of the guys, really. He’d grown to care for her like a sister. And the thought of two of his dearest buddies getting together made his heart happy.
Yes, even the crude, thoughtless and in general utterly clueless Arnold Peters a.k.a. Chop could see it.
Finn Nelson unquestionably had the hots for Rae Earl.
Why could everyone see it but not Finn and Rae? Silly kids.
They’d told him he was clueless. And blind. A knobhead. But he wasn’t.
It’s not like Finn hadn’t seen it. Felt it. Thought of it. Incessantly. For hours. Lying awake at night in bed.
He’d known all along. Somewhere in the back of his mind.
He just hadn’t shown it or told anybody.
It’d taken him a while to voice it out. Inside his head- for starters.
It’d sounded nice- had come so easily. It had all made sense.
He didn’t care what they all thought or knew or saw.
He saw it, alright.
He, Finn Nelson, was in love with Rae Earl.
And the only other person whom he cared for to see it, too, was Rae.
He’d make sure she did. Soon.
Fingers stopped tracing the words on her smooth golden back- words he’d been dying for her to know for so long but hadn’t been able to bring himself to tell her. Until now.