Wherever I sat - on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok - I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air. 

After spinning class with J:

J: 'Did you see the guy next to you?'
Me: 'No, why?'
J: 'I think he was just your type. You would have thought he was well fit.'
Me: 'Ugh, I didn't even pay attention, how old was he?'
J: 'About 30.'


So I've not really been doing much the past week. I went out on friday night to a Smiths disco. I saw an old English teacher from High School. I never actually had him as a teacher but I spoke to him sometimes because J did, and he was openly gay. So I saw him coming out as I was going in and we said hi and carried on. 
I text J. 

Me: 'Just seen Mr. A in Star and Garter haha'

J: 'I don't like him he's in my bad books.'

Me: 'Do tell.'

J: 'He tried to pull A (J's ex) the other week!'

Me: 'Haha! I'm guessing he isn't with his bf anymore then? What do you care anyway? Mr. A is a crepper, he keeps looking at me.'

J: 'It's against the rules.'

Me: 'I guess. I'm gonna get wasted now, cya.'

And VW text me that night. He's been moved to Manchester by work and now lives in Alderley Edge. He said he wants to meet for a drink but I told him I can't afford it. He said the drinks were on him but I refused.

Something worth going home for.

That night in the car park.

Listening to stuff like this:

  Fake Blood - I Think I Like It by lust_for_life
 

Things that have happened: A small picture re-cap.

 A trip to Leeds for drinks with (from left to right) fit indie twink, dopey pretty girl, funny queen ex-collegue.

Activities included; drinking pints of cider and black and bottles of corona, dancing and dancing, perving on fit indie twink, texting funny queen ex-collegue at around 4.30am to laugh about how I saw fit indie twink and dopey pretty girl engaged in some serious touchy feely in a subway despite dopey pretty girl having a bf.

 Many nights out with J. 

Activites included; avoiding people, drinking snakebite and jagerbombs, bar hopping, watching a drag queen throw water in a gays face and then watching the gay bitch about his make-up running, being hit in the back of the head by one of A's friends and then being dragged away by J because the police come over and think I started the fight, 

Watching/Listening/Dancing to Fake Blood and Boys Noize plus others in an underground car park in the centre of Manchester.

Activites included; Drinking (duh), queueing for portaloos, being hugged by at least 3 strangers, being given a piggyback ride, bonding with a straight boy called Tim about wearing tank tops, walking around in a 6 person long line holding hands to avoid getting lost, getting lost on 2 occasions, allowing a 23 year old chemistry teacher of a local school share our taxi home, going to bed at 7.30am.

A close friend's gorgeous cover of Depeche Mode's 'Enjoy the Silence'.

    Enjoy The Silence by lust_for_life

Download this and 2 of her originals from her upcoming album here. I just wish you could hear her live.

Love. Love. Love.