Saturday, October 28, 2006

Autumn. Time to move to Australia me thinks.

Fuck this stupid doomed country & get out while we can.
...I went for option 2, took my passport into the bank and removed a fairly large lump of cash to pay back a small debt, get me to London this morning & pick up a cine film from N.o.Where Labs. I then split the cash and turned it into what I vaguely remember to be an enjoyable night. I have no bruises, still possess my digital camera, passport, a small quantity of change, my jacket and most of my sanity so it can't be all bad - I do have a nagging feeling that something's wrong. Maybe that feeling was already there. I also remember several people looking at me in shock, I have an idea of what might have been said - but I'm trying not to think about it too hard.

Plus I asked Jen out again, she sorta said yes to dinner a coupla times & I never quite got around to doing anything about it - mostly because of Toby and partially 'cause it would be purely friendly if it happened and I don't think she needs a "friend like me" any more than she already has (that's an odd concept & a long sentence). This time she said no, a much more satisfying answer, and bought me a coupla shots of Tuacca at which point my memory stops.

The only damage bar the beer-cold and fucking passive smokers cough seems to be that my knee hurts. (originally from falling off the bus like a damn drunk git). It was fine yesterday morning so perhaps things did go "squiffy" last night. Connor was out - last time I went out and got that blitzed with him I woke up bruised with a clear and painful impression of his teeth in my upper arm...

Friday, October 27, 2006

Not Goth! at least for a few days - I went shopping with Jon yesterday, tried Primark (so I could fit in with the scuddy shit for brains masses) but had to leave, it's a truly awful shop. Wandered a bit and ended up in Burton - I now have "normal, casual" clothes.

On the one hand this is good but on the other I saw Tam (not my ex, a different pretty Goth I met a few weeks ago) not twenty minutes after changing into my new attire; she looked disinterestedly in to my eyes then turned and blanked me.

Mmm. Timing.

I also destroyed my bank card, it was doing a good job of self destruction but I felt the need to help it along, so "Hi!" from el skinto pop kid. Maybe this will help me save "top dollar cash cow for building purchase", or on the other hand maybe I'll pop into the bank and aquire a new one so I can "waste wanton yen in den of liquid enrichment, lady company accepted thoughtfully"...

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

I must apologise for last nights angry posting, though it was totally meant at the time and this is the obvious forum for my dirty laundry I may have gone a bit far - though I could have gone further.

Its all displacement anyway, once I've actually managed to get a d-i-v-o-r-c-e I should feel much better.

Monday, October 23, 2006

Went to see Romanzo Criminale yesterday - I can thoroughly recommend it, an excellent movie which makes Departed look like contrived pants.

It's been on my mind since, right through a Sunday night of heavy boozing; I'm going to cheat a bit here, to detract from any embarrassment I may have caused I'll present The Story of Kev instead as told by Jon; The Story of Gabriel involves too much Horlicks and possibly a taxi, plus Tuacca and quite allot of blacked out stumbling round Brighton...

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The Story of Kev -as told by Jon

He disappeared straight after the pub. I went round the house checking he hadn't fallen asleep in the airing cupboard or something.

About 15 minutes later the door goes, and he bumbles in with a huge grin, a 'ta-da!' and a carrier bag full of booze and fags.

Then he looks around the room and says, 'How did you manage to get rid of everyone?'

I commented that he'd done well to get himself into such a state for a Sunday night, and he said, 'Well the day's not over yet, baby!"

Went outside, smoked a fag, poured himself a huge glass of red wine.

Then Torchwood started, and he cheered.

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He was asleep within 30 seconds.

Spent the night down there, so far as I can figure.

Oh, and he pissed on the neighbours doorstep to 'teach them a lesson'.

Presumably the lesson being, don't move in next to a couple of vitriolic, uptight, alcoholic cunts.

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I love my friends. I love them all - the most dangerous pile of fucks I've ever met.