Something Cocteau-esque with a lyre…
At last! The day I’ve waited a bloody week for!
I met Melba Dench in town. She was with Nicky Brown, who we walked to the bus station as she was going home. I felt guilty that this made me pleased, even though Nicky is great. It was just that she felt more like Melba Dench’s friend than mine today and we didn’t seem to get on as well as usual. And I wanted Melba to myself – which was odd because I know I still ‘fancy’ Nicky.
Once Nicky had gone, Melba and I walked around town discussing things like the party and my feelings for her. We didn’t kiss or anything, we just walked and spoke like friends. I told her of the note I put in her cigarette box when we went to the theatre that time (which I removed).
As it rained, we went for a Coke at Burger Me.
Following this, we sat in the park, talking. Eventually we ended up kissing, and she’s a great kisser – all wet and juicy.
‘Why Don’t We Do It in the Road’ – The Beatles
We saw BMW and ignored her. We were also spotted kissing by Katy Gaynor! Quite a few people know we were in town together (among them Stu, Katy Gaynor, Tara Speed and BMW – oh, and Nicky, of course!).
Gradually, I realised Melba’s ankle was bleeding, due to walking in tight heels. I decided she should go home, because it was obviously hurting. As we reached the bus station, I suggested the 10 to five bus, but it didn’t arrive so I walked her to the hairdressers where her sister works. Here we kissed our farewells!
‘Strip’ – Adam Ant
I’m in a strange situation, as she told me not to tell her friends Janet Joy or Sally Reynolds! I think it depends on her friends whether she goes out with me or not. For all I know, I am going out with her, but I never asked, and I rather doubt it. My heart is hers, though, and I hope she feels the same. And I hope she doesn’t discard me.
We at least seem to want each other…
A worried, arty face…
When I eventually got home (after bumping into Sophie Fisher), I watched two brilliant films on TV: Orphee and Testament d’Orphee.
I’m also dead into The Cure.
[“HELLO. I’M FROM 1987. MY WILLY IS 9 and a half ON THE SOFT…”]
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