‘I Want You’ – The Beatles
NATALIA WNEK PROMISED TO RING ME. SHE HASN’T. WHY DO GIRLS PROMISE TO RING AND THEN DON’T BOTHER?
GUESS WHO I HAVEN’T SEEN AROUND TOWN LATELY? YES, BEATRICE WASP. SO IS IT ALL DEFINITELY OVER? NO MORE SEQUELS? NO ‘BMW PART 4’? NOW? NOW, AS OUR 5 YEARS LOOMS ON THE HORIZON?
I know my trouble. I’m too young – at heart and mentally. It’s as if I’m still not over my teenage years yet. I want to doss around with my mates, getting wrecked; being me, with my twisted hair and psychedelic tops and cut-off jeans: a DNA SOUL BABY bouncing round with all the girls, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll I can find. Instead, I’ve got to be a clean-cut fucking bimbo. It’s a piss.
I wish I could make tonnes of money over the next year, then settle down for a bit – a summer not doing much – just being me; a nice little Soul Punk, lolling along with my mates (my DHSS mates at this rate!).
I WANT FAME, MONEY, MUSIC + WOMEN!
‘We Call It Acieed’ – D-Mob
Minor Points & Things To Bear In Mind
Freddie’s been on at me about Flash coming to stay at the bungalow. He believes we ‘act like a pair of kids’ – what?! Is he still caught up in some kind of 1986 time-warp, or what? Anyway, Betty gave him a right load of jyp about it. So that’s all right.
I want to go into College next week. Probably Wednesday, to see Williams (and I s’pose I can show Flash it). I’ll go Wednesday, yeah, cos I’ve got to see the DHSS people on that day at 10.45am, to sign.
Oh, and there’s a fashion show on Tuesday at Isle College. If it’s dead cheap, I’ll go. I’m imagining Wendy Mackintosh’s work will be showcased and I’d like to support her.
‘Dream Within A Dream’ – Propaganda
Well, tonite, I went to The Angel and spoke briefly to Emily and Angela. Ash was at home, so I spent time with Mooney and Mike. We then went to The White Lion and met up with Stefan and some other mates who I didn’t know. We were, of course, joined by Marcus, the extremely hilarious other half of Mooney’s band, The Black Dahlias. Marcus has gone a bit mad lately; like me, he’s finding himself lost in Dance Music.
Well, I had a pleasant night and a few pints of bitter. And afterwards, we wandered around the town for a bit. Mooney and I agreed that we ought to make this summer as good as last year’s, so we’re hoping to make trips out to the Showcase, Castle Rising, Barnes Bysea and the like and hopefully have a few parties, too. Probably won’t happen, but it’s given me some cheery optimism.
I cycled home and it felt weird, pissed as I was. I biked by BMW’s. Well, I had to, didn’t I? Well, I like to think I did. The fact that it’s on one of my possible routes home kind of validates it. From what I could tell (all the lights were out), she’s no longer still living in the area. It’s just the feeling I got.
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