Friday: Had a fucking anxiety attack at four in the morning and couldnt get back to sleep (worrying about whether I was DJing or not, as it happened I didnt). Got up to use the shower at 7 seeing as an electrician was going to work in the bathroom at 8, somehow managed to lift weights until he left at 9, then tried to get some more sleep (had a disturbing dream about a childrens program character who was missing half his face so when he turned his head you could see brain and skull though it didnt bother him much). Went to the Tap saw Anita with a couple of her friends, she asked me why I wasnt in Maidstone with Chris and Zak, I texted Chris about it and in fact he and Zak had decided to go to the Loft. Hung around with Anita and her friends, Fubar came to talk to us and I put him on the spot about there being no jobs at the Tap for me but a load of new people had started working there, he explained they were only temporary help for Christmas/New Year and there wasnt any full time jobs opening up yet (Ill except that for now, Hughes). Steve wandered in later stoned off his tits and Mills followed later, Steve later said he wanted a curry and fucked off about 10. Chris and Zak showed up after 11 explaining the Loft was shit, like the Manor only the people there were actually old enough to be there, and one day we will all go up there (anything to get out of Medway for a Friday night). Saw Hardip around but felt awkward going up to talk to her because she was with a big group of friends and they guy who was acting like a prick on New Years Eve was with her, eventually he fucked off and Chris made me go talk to her (his way of helping me overcome Autism). So talked to Hardip for a little while, one of her friends overheard that I was looking for a job and recommended I tried monster.co.uk as her friend tried it and got an interview the next day (probably do it myself Monday), I asked about the guy who was being a prick and she said he was behaving himself now although he was acting weird (he seemed more wasted than anything else when he came to say goodbye) and that I got it wrong in my blog, there is actually another bloke at uni whos obsessed with her and this guy was just randomly being a prick. Hardip left after a while because she was leaving for Portsmouth at 7 am the next day, then Chris came up to me and told me to go talk to that girl with dark hair you like I managed to talk my way out of it as I didnt think it would be a good idea to bother her as Ive see her walking around Strood and she blatantly tried to avoid me. Me and Mills got our stuff from the cloak room before closing time so there wouldnt be a huge queue, then left Chris and Zak at the bar, got outside and Mills started waiting around for his brother so I went to the Kebab for chips and got stuck in a big queue, when I got out everyone had fucked off. Caught up with Mills, his brother, his brothers girlfriend and her friend who I introduced myself as Goatboy to then we all got our Taxis home. Stared off shit but ended good.
Saturday: As I got on the bus home from shopping in Chatham I heard two 15 year old Chavs (the kind Strood breeds so well) say something about a Grunger rather loudly as I was putting in my headphones. As we were going through Rochester they let off a stink bomb, I was concerned that they might throw one at me so I took my hat off and rolled my sleeves up to show off my tattoos. As I was getting off the bus I noticed they were oddly quite, I doubt that I would have done anything if the opportunity presented itself but I felt that I had to do something to show that I was in no mood to be fucked with. Thats another thing about Summer I like better than Winter, when youre walking around without a coat and Chavs see that you have big arms covered with tattoos they tend not to fuck with you.
Sunday: Went up to London to see Obituary only to find out that theyd pulled out because they couldnt get into the country for some reason, the gig had gone ahead with just the support bands playing longer sets but there was talk of people going to the Mean Fiddler box office when it opened on Monday to get your money back, think I may try that. Remembered that there was a Hardcore alldayer at the Underworld so I got the train to Camden, found out it was sold out, not too pissed off as it was a tenner to get in and there was only one band I liked playing it anyway so I went to Victoria, got a train to Strood (none going to Chatham due to railway works on Rochester bridge) and phoned my Dad to pick me up.
Saturday: As I got on the bus home from shopping in Chatham I heard two 15 year old Chavs (the kind Strood breeds so well) say something about a Grunger rather loudly as I was putting in my headphones. As we were going through Rochester they let off a stink bomb, I was concerned that they might throw one at me so I took my hat off and rolled my sleeves up to show off my tattoos. As I was getting off the bus I noticed they were oddly quite, I doubt that I would have done anything if the opportunity presented itself but I felt that I had to do something to show that I was in no mood to be fucked with. Thats another thing about Summer I like better than Winter, when youre walking around without a coat and Chavs see that you have big arms covered with tattoos they tend not to fuck with you.
Sunday: Went up to London to see Obituary only to find out that theyd pulled out because they couldnt get into the country for some reason, the gig had gone ahead with just the support bands playing longer sets but there was talk of people going to the Mean Fiddler box office when it opened on Monday to get your money back, think I may try that. Remembered that there was a Hardcore alldayer at the Underworld so I got the train to Camden, found out it was sold out, not too pissed off as it was a tenner to get in and there was only one band I liked playing it anyway so I went to Victoria, got a train to Strood (none going to Chatham due to railway works on Rochester bridge) and phoned my Dad to pick me up.