‘Talk About the Weather’ – Red Lorry Yellow Lorry
It’s about 7pm.
A lot of strange thoughts coalescing in my mind, here at Castleford.
Flash’s on the toilet + my head’s gone crazy.
Why did Gerry take an eppy, insisting I should go to my Gran’s tonite (she has an essay to do) and then ring Flash up from wherever she is telling him she’s staying with her friends. GOD! By her own admission, the essay had to be in this week + so she said I ahd to be out of the way (even though she knew I was coming to stay) so she could get it done. And now she’s decided to have a night out with her mates! CHRIST! If that isn’t damned hypocritical, what is?
I could take this fucking personally.
Emma. Emma, I wanna see you. Let’s make love.
Today, it was so lovely + hot and we bought some stuff in Castleford.
Flash + Raquel fell out over the phone.
Later, Flash + I philosophised in the dark, by the fire, whilst listening to Ash’s fabulous tape. Ace, eh?
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Next time: ‘Ruck sack, ruck sack…’