xgoatboyx

Friday: Oh fuck, this day did not start off good. Late last night we got a call saying Nan had another fall, Mum and Dad went off at half ten and I tried to get some sleep (seven hours, that's good for me considering my state of mind, normally I would have managed four if any at all). They came back about quarter past eleven but left first thing in the morning when I got up. Waited 'til nearly eleven to see if they would come back before I left to go food shopping. When I got to Sainsbury's in Chatham there was an old Asian lady having trouble putting back her shopping trolley so I gave her a pound and took it off her, when I tried to put it back myself I discovered what the problem was, it was actually a Tescos trolley some idiot had dumped there (I doubt if it was the Asian lady, she genuinely seemed unaware of how to use it), the seventeen year old that was handling the trolleys told me I'd have to take it back to Tesco as if I was the cunt that brought it there. So I dragged the fucking thing to Tesco getting odd looks all the way, ran up to the 140 that was just leaving, banged on the door but the driver didn't seem to notice, while I was waiting for the next bus I saw a mother take her very young son into one of the red doorways of the Pentagon (I think they are the back doors of the shops, I'm not sure) help take his trousers down and let him piss in the corner. When I got home Mum and Dad were still gone, when they did come back they told me Nan was alright but we may have to put her in a home (this is the second time she's fallen down this month, the last time I went round to her house she couldn't even walk up and down the stairs and had to have everything in her front room). Got to the Tap after eight, found Chris and Zak, no Rich, Chris said he's a lying bastard and was going to the Manor this week (he didn't use those exact words but I could tell that's what he meant). I sent a text to Mills asking when he'd be down the Tap and just got one back saying later. I found myself waiting until after eleven (I may start staying in on Fridays, or just going out a lot later). Found Mills with Hannah, the girl he was out with the week before, Nick, Genet, Becky and some other people on the top floor. There was a girl wearing a Kyuss shirt hanging around that Mills was trying to get me to talk to, I would have like to but here are my bullshit excuses; 1) I really don't know what to say to new people 2) It's really loud on the top floor and I'm softly spoken. Mills took me aside and gave me some shit, I said I would try and talk to the girl if I saw her downstairs later (unfortunately I never did). Genet came over and gave Mills an earful because Hannah thought Mills wasn't having a good time with her. A bit later Mills walked Hannah out but came back later and left about quarter past one. Found Ollie and hung around with him for a little while, saw a fight almost brake out on the middle floor between two groups of Chavs, left about ten to two, it occurred to me that the tap is like a reverse Manor, I usually go to the Manor in good spirits and leave utterly depressed, and I usually start off depressed at the Tap and leave feeling better, I prefer it this way.

Saturday: Got to the Tap after nine, found Mills and started talking bollocks, while discussing the thing in the news about Jade from Big Brother being racist I brought up the time me and Steve were in Gravesend and saw a poster for Snow White at Woodville Halls with Jade as the lead, then a few weeks later there was a thing in the news about her "accidentally" stabbing herself in the eye with a pair of scissors, at the time me and Steve joked that she did it to get out of doing panto but Mills came up with the idea that it was because Gravesend has a large Asian community. Ollie and Ed showed up, hung around with them. It was actually a fun night, a few highlights; Ollie noticed a kid who looked like the Penguin off the sixties TV series of Batman, when he walked past Ollie yelled "PENGUIN" and the kid looked around shocked like he'd just been shot in the chest. Some girl came up to me in the Rock room with a hand written card saying she needed an item of clothing from a guy, it's my birthday on Monday I wasn't giving up shit. Some guy on the top floor told me "all you need is a pair of glasses and you'd look like the guy from Linkin Park" sadly not the first time I've been told I look like Chester Benington. Left with Mills after two am, Mills thought he was going to be sick so we went to the doors of the fire station, I held his coat and got my phone camera ready then Mills realised he wasn't going to be sick after all, I wondered aloud whether bulimic girls do that after a night of binge drinking "I'm going to be sick, oh wait, no I'm not". As I was getting into my taxi I heard a girls voice behind me say "that's Goatboy" I turned round and saw two girls and a guy I've never met, "it is" I said, one girl turned to the other and said "Molly (some girls name I can't remember") loves him" then to me "you know Molly?" "no" "yes you do, you leave her messages" I just got into the taxi, I've said it before but it's amazing that I'm so well known yet hardly anyone speaks to me.

Sunday: So Nan's annual Birthday lunch, not as awkward as last year. Had to put up with creepy Uncles and Aunts asking for kisses, Nan had to be in a wheelchair and got to see Dad and Auntie Ruth argue about whether it was selfish to put Nan in a home and also the great pleasure of seeing Dad get a bit too drunk and loud. Got 80 between three Birthday cards.

Monday: My Birthday presents; 343 and loads of random stuff from Mum as always. Walked to Chatham in the rain, bought Severance on DVD and a new tie from Primark for 4 (old one was getting tatty), did some food shopping at Tesco and came home, ordered a new pair of trainers from www.vegetarian-shoes.co.uk and Better Than A Thousand's discography CD, watched Severance, which was funny and better than Creep. I did have to put up with Mum singing me Happy Birthday and making me blow out candles but at least she got a Vegan cake. All in all it was an alright day, sort how I like my Birthday's; not too much fuss and envelopes stuffed with cash.