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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