Well, it
seems that the time is 1.15am, and I’m using a horrible red pen. Nice, I must say…
‘Last Train’ – Ghost Dance
It appears that I am completely shit and will be
even more shit later today in Theatre
Studies when I fuck my Revenger’s Tragedy notes up for the rest of
the group.
It seems that Justine
and I have seen an extremely little amount of each other over the past few days
and she’s going to hate me, especially when I don’t give her a tape and
when I don’t write to her.
It appears that Hammer House Of Horror was crap this morning,
even though Paul Darrow was in it.
It seems that Natalia
doesn’t want to get in touch with me after all.
Oh, please do. Please! I really need you. I WANT you, if I get down to the truth.
It appears I can’t go on holiday to Europe.
‘Capsules’ – Cabaret Voltaire
It seems that Flash
and I are going through another completely shit patch: for me personally, at
least. It’s as if we’re at the end of a
tether, and in 6 months we’ll hate each other or not know each other at all, or
something. Right now, my emotions for Flash
are huge. I really want to be with him,
so we can go around as mates. I honestly
wish I were at NEW College. And although I might once have expected the
opposite, I reckon if he and I were at the same college, I’d get a lot more
work done than I have been doing. I need
to share the last moments of my Youth with him.
I don’t want to lose him. Because
I’ve realised, even if he hasn’t, that this friendship is one of the most
valuable things either of us will ever possess – provided we use it properly.
It appears to be Geraldine – his mum – that puts me off. She’s nice, yeah, but it’s obvious that she
has some form of resentment towards me.
She has dropped, quite heavily, down my favour list. And I’m sure she’ll rise again, just as soon
as I discover why she’s being cold towards me!
Can I really be that much hassle when I stay at Flash’s? I’m so well-behaved and polite. So what is it that I do wrong? Am I still a ‘big, bad influence’ (HAH!)?! Why don’t you just come out with a plain
reason and get it over with? It’s not
like she hasn’t been a total bitch to him – and she has. I swore to Flash I’d never write about it,
and I won’t, but I know for a fact she almost ruined his life completely last
November, so why she should consider me a bad influence or an inconvenience, I
have no idea. I’m the boy’s best friend,
damn it!
It seems, anyway, that seeing Flash is currently
very difficult and it doesn’t do my feelings or my enthusiasm any good. No one’s to blame. It’s just a situation.
It appears I’m selfish, aren’t I? Course not!
‘Venus’ – Bananarama
It seems my schedule looks like this:
FRIDAY 15TH: Go to Tech;
return to Wisbech; go to Castleford; stay a night at Gran Winterfood’s.
SATURDAY 16TH: Go to Leeds
or something; perhaps buy something nice; perhaps see my Dad or some relations; hopefully see Flash (and the omnipresent
Norman) in evening; no diary session, I suppose; no hace laughs, just
difficulties and Gerry seething at me for being hassle or something shit – just
when I need, most of all, to recreate those old times with Flash…
SUNDAY 17TH: Fuck knows.
It appears Gerald
Gordon has now married Julia.
It seems I’m fucking nazzed. Goodbye!
Later:
‘On Every Other Street’ – Cabaret Voltaire
I got into Tech this morning, and Theatre Studies was quite HACE.
I really enjoyed it. Especially
when Tash beat the shit out of me with a plastic sword.
Later, Roger was
alone as Suz was away, so he and I
went into King’s Lynn and
window-shopped to some extent. That is,
apart from me buying a can of Schweppes
Caribbean Crush, an issue of Classic
X-Men…
…a Dogs D’Amour
single that I’ve never even heard or know the remotest thing about (nice cover,
see?)…
...and a gorgeous belt from OXFAM for 40p (a snip).
It was like old times for Roger (now a ‘futurist’) and I
(now an ‘acid rocker’). We got on very
well. We looked back on the old Walks Pissups (which we hope to soon
repeat) and talked about life when we were in love with Naomi Bell and Gillian
Munden. The most beautiful and happy
time that sprang to mind was that first hot Summer Holiday weekend in Norwich, in The Bell, watching ‘Prime Mover’ on the video jukebox. Oh yeah,
when that GEE-ZOR tried to have a fight with me… Ace times.
All this nostalgia was nudged further to the fore when Claudia, Nyall’s long-ago ex-girlfriend passed us by and said ‘hi’ to Roger
outside Sainsbury’s. I actually didn’t recognise her till he told
me who she was. See, in the old days,
she had multi-tone purple hair with lots of extensions and used to wear long
black velvet dresses, etc. Today she
looked even better, in a byker’s jacket, blue jeans and a purple, tasselled
shirt. She looked very ‘acid rock’. A nice lass.
Gorgeous looking.
I crimped my hair in Tech, whilst Roger read Flash’s old
’85/‘86 diary (which I’d borrowed a while back).
‘Marian (Version)’ – The Sisters Of Mercy
I love this song. Old
hat, I know. But I LOVE IT!
FUCK OF ALL FUX, I MISSED THE 2.10pm BUS TO WIZZER, SO GILES HAD TO PICK ME UP AT KL. I FEEL REALLY SHAYTE ABOUT PISSING HIM
AROUND. SORRY, GILES.
At 6.30pm, I arrived at Gran Winterfood’s, ate and had a
bath.
Flash rang and he’s pleased I’m here, so I feel a lot better
about things now. I’ve been sort of
half-invited to go to York with the
German/English Excursion tomorrow. If
they’ll let me on the bus, that is. If
they don’t, we won’t gah. And if they
do, we go to York + Flash’ll try ‘n’ prompt Norman (his German) into going
round wi’ his own mates, while Flayhesh goes ‘round with me.
OOH.
NATALIA…
YOU ARE A
TOWER OF
Strength/
AciD RocK
TO ME
Flash’s a bonk.
Europe’s back on! And he ‘n’ Manda are coming to stay at my place soon.
‘EUUGH!’ he cried in ecstasy.
Oh, Justine ‘n’ Leighton are having ‘time off’ for a
while.
I still ain’t spoken to her…
I have a photo of Cher
in a huge feathery headdress.
Yes, I fancy Cher.
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