My No.1: ‘Dead Man’s Autochop’ – Specimen
Hello, diary, you fucking shit wanger! I’m fucked in the hee-adde. Well ‘n’ truly. Life’s been HEK-TIK…
I was sitting with Sonia, taking all her clothes off. Then all my mates came in and told me all the rumours they’d been hearing about her. Stuff I already knew. I told them to fuck off and proceeded to kiss her all over, only to find thick muck caking her unwashed skin…
Then I woke up. I’d been dreaming and it was an hour later than when I’d last looked.
Sonia made me another coffee. We chatted about stupid things, and even though we were in the same double bed, we were fully clothed and all notions of ‘getting together’ with her had been extinguished from my mind. Nothing happened. Thank god!
During our conversation, I found out that behind my back, Kevin had given her back the Cult tape she had lent me. I had lent it to him, but fully intended on keeping it or myself – and he knew that because I told him. I know that’s not a nice thing to do, but I can’t believe Jason betrayed our friendship and told her the whole story, too! Bastard! I hate him now. CUNT!
[No! He’s nice now, is Kev – Ritch, Sept ’87!]
Sonia kept me wake till about 5.30am, then we both fell asleep.
We awoke at about 11am, and she rushed off to work. I put on a Sisters tape and tidied the bedsit before returning to Tech with a massive hangover.
‘Lucifer Over Lancashire’ – The Fall
At Tech, Roger was nazzed and the whole world was accusing me of having sex with Sonia. I put the record straight before indulging in a gorgeous glass of Alka-Seltzer.
I spent the day famished, surviving on a liquid diet. Drinks like the Chicken Soup that Roger and I had bought for us.
In English Lit, I was 3% below average for First Year marks, which means that I have to work harder next year…
In the afternoon, Luggage asked (the other) Holly out – she said yes! – and Plastic Nick irritated everyone. I shall perhaps break his neck when we return in September…
I then said farewell to my mates as, for me, college finished for the Summer. 10 weeks off. How shit!
I am jealous of Simon ‘n’ Nigel, going to Reading. They’ll be having fun watching The Mission + The Nephilim, while Flash and I’ll be in Blackpool getting brayed o’er by some pissed yobs down for the Bank Holiday. Much fun, oh yus! Of course, that could NEVER happen to us, eh, Flash?
Sorry about that. I’ve got a hangover…
It was good to get home. And eat. And indulge in COFFEE.
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