Always a Flame

My No.1: ‘Always a Flame’ – Gene Loves Jezebel

So it’s been yonks since I wrote owt worth writing.  I don’t spend much time with you these days, do I, dear diary?!

Yo-No-No!

Today was a lark, actually.  I went to a few parties with Nightingale and co.  Crap ones.

I got to Lynn at about 1.30pm and met Pot Noodle and his mate Ray, who had missed the bus back to Liverpool and so had to stay at Pot’s.  We went for a snack in a Tea Bar and then met up with Simon, before going to the Wenns pub.  After a quick drink, Simon, Pot and I went back into town to get some stuff for Simon’s mum. 

We bumped into Solomon and Kevin.  Kevin looked very smart and neat and tidy.  Like a little choirboy or something.  He looked so angelic.  This is because he’s returned home, on the conditions that he doesn’t drink alcohol or go around with us lot as we are, apparently, ‘bad influences’.  His parents have agreed to buy him a motorbike, so he’s happy.

Simon and I then took Pot Noodle and Ray back to Pot’s lodgings, then he and I went to his house, Settledown, in Great Massingham.  His parents are okay, both from the West Riding, and his sister is quite nice and attractive (although Simon believes the contrary).  We had some tea, then Simon showed me around Great Massingham. 

Unfortunately, next week’s plans are foiled.  Yes, he’s got the car, but his dad wants him to return it on Friday night.  So we’ll still go to Sheffield, but I doubt we’ll see Flash.  Oh, well…

After Simon and I got ready to go, we picked up Nigel, then Ray and Pot Noodle, then Keith and Terry.  We then set off to Libby’s 18^th Birthday Celebration.  This took place in a hall adjacent to a factory (Caithness Crystal?) and was full of Goths and family, which was a fascinating mix.

It pissed it down all nite, surprise, surprise.

At the time, we thought the whole thing was a bit shit, because the mix of people meant it was neither one thing or another, and Libby looked a bit more polite and family-friendly than usual, so it was a bit confusing for us tarted up Goths and rockers.  But Simon, Nigel and I had a laugh and danced to GLJ a lot.  I got a bit tipsy and ate a lot of the buffet, too.

At 11.30pm, the party ended, and we all drove off to Louise’s party somewhere in King’s Lynn.

WHAT RITCHERD IS UP TO IN 1986

WHAT RITCHERD IS UP TO IN 1985

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