My No.1: ‘Sunshine Miner’ – The Zodiac Motel
Today. Erm.
Oh! It wasn’t bad.
We
went to The Walks again. And a good ol’ solid willy-babbering
ensued. But Kevin took the worst turn.
Following a night spent in a church, all alone, he got totally fucked
out of his head, bowking up all over and throwing himself limply from the
bandstand and causing himself a lot of pain.
As the afternoon progressed, Libby
got horny and more or less raped him. He
hates her, too.
Anyway,
somehow or other, Roger introduced
us to two Goths he only really knew by sight, who happened to be in the park
when we were. These were Simon Nightingale (is it?) and his mate
Nigel Prince, both of who I’m very
chuffed with. Simon especially. We all got on really well, and Nigel’s okay,
but for some reason I’m just fascinated by Simon. He’s a really great bloke, with a smart image. He and I chatted quite a lot. When we told him about Kevin’s plight, he
offered Kevin a place to stay for the night, which was just so cool of him
because this was the first time they’d met.
Later,
Sonia (quite unfortunately) came
over and very briefly joined us. Nigel
became rather upset, as he thought he was going out with her, but hadn’t
actually seen her since what turned out to be the week before she started seeing me! As she left, we both realised that she had,
in fact, been three-timing. What a
slag! Nigel was so upset, which must
have been quite embarrassing for him in front of new people.
After
walking up to Bully Boy Hatfield and calling him a wanker right to his face and
gaining no reaction, Kevin went back to Simon’s family’s house to stay the
night. What a great bloke, Simon
is. They’d only known each other 4
hours!
Tonite,
Nicki rang, and she is delish.
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