What a Week: Part II
Woke up late on Thursday and was phoned at lunchtime by Miss Horner as she was bored at work. We talked about cricket, my visit to Cleck at the weekend and what was going on.
I told her that there was a slim chance I would get a call from Andrew and end up not coming but doubted that I’d hear from him again. Anyway, notwithstanding that, I ventured into town a bit later to get Andrew a card for his birthday on Sunday, I may not hbe hearing from him again but there’s a right way to do things and that included buying Andrew a card. I got a boring card and a pair of nice discreet cufflinks and while I was in the shop choosing his card, would you credit it, I got a txt asking me to ring him.
So I rung him and he said he was thinking of coming over to Manchester and asked me to ring again at 20.00 when he knew what he’d be doing. So I did and he was at the station at 20.00 picking up his ticket. He’d just missed a train and so had to wait an hour and so was arriving in Manchester at 22.14. So I continued to sit on my sofa watching shite on the TV, ate a whole head of celery and about ¾ of a pack of Philadelphia and then when it got to about 21.00, I quickly tidied up, rang round to cancel my plans to go to Cleck for the weekend threw up about two pints of vile peppermint coloured Philly/Celery mush (nerves) and then got a cab and met him at the Station. Took about 4 goes to explain to the taxi driver that I wasn’t going anywhere, he just kept saying where are you going and I’d reply, Victoria and then he’d say no I mean on the train and I’d say Oh I’m meeting a friend. Then there’d be a 2 minute pause and it would start again – aaaarrrrgghh! Why do I seem to attract freaks?
Anyway met Andrew, he was looking lovely – good enough to eat! We got a cab and then had a couple of pints on Canal St, one in Churchill’s and one in Via Fossa and then went home. Had a glass of wine and settled down in bed and watched Beautiful Thing which was very romantic. We finally retired to sleep at around 03.30 after a couple of hours of having … ahem, a nice time with each other!
Up quite late on Friday, was it 13.00 or thereabouts? If not it certainly seemed to be that late, had a nice time with each other, we went out and had something from McDonald’s (I had a McChicken Sandwich Meal and a cheeseburger, he had 2 double cheeseburgers large fries and a coke in case you care). Andrew’s trainers were squeaking like crazy so I offered to buy him some trainers as a special birthday present. He got some nice, cheap, red and black and gold Adidas trainers which Andrew looked at once and called them Royal Bling – they were – very opulent looking but quite trashy too a bit like those over the top theatres with too much red velvet and gilding! He looked lovely in them, but then I think he’d look lovely in anything. We pottered around in town, looking at ties in Selfridges, asking about eye cream samples for my mum while we were there, looking at computer games and introducing Andrew to the pleasures of MUJI!! Ooh nice little plastic pots with no real use – I love em!!
We went to the cinema to see The 40 Year Old Virgin and decided to sit in the premium seats, £16 each but they were big leather seats in the best part of the cinema (the bit above the balcony and we were the only ones up there so we got to canoodle) and we got free drinks, popcorn and nachos which was nice. The film was good and then we got a taxi home and prepared ourselves for a night out. We shaved Andrew’s neck which was getting a bit hairy and went out to party! In fact he’s a hairy boy. Hairy chest, nice soft hair down from his chest, the hairiest bum (ooh and what a bum, like cross between 2 coconuts and a peach) and legs. Anyway I must stop, I’m turning myself on.
Andrew joined two casinos on the way to the Village and then we went for drinks. We went to Via Fossa and had one outside chatting, then had one in the Thomson Arms where I agreed that I’d write to him when he goes to the US, then we popped into Paddy’s Goose where the alcohol began to have an effect and where we started talking about us and stuff and continued that in Churchill’s. While we were there, I bumped into one of the gypos with Danny last week. I was a bit stuck as I didn’t want Andrew to think I’d been with anyone else so I explained to him, quite truthfully, that Danny was drunk and more or less abandoned by this gypo and so I had to look after him as he wasn’t on top form. Andrew told me off for being rubbish at phoning him (I’m rubbish at phoning everyone, its not just him – I’m not good at making small talk on the phone with people I don’t know really really well). Anyway, we then ventured to the New Union for one last one. As has happened the past couple of weeks, the nice lady at the door let us in for free and and I was quite drunk by the end. I asked him to stay till Sunday and he said he would - by this point I was just so in love with him (although I had had erm 6 or more points) I was having a great time, but it was quite late, say half past one. Went home and played Scrabble (Andrew won by 39 points) and then retired at about 4am and had a nice time with each other.
Saturday was a lovely day. I got up at 09.30, went to McDonalds to get Andrew a Bacon and Egg and Cheese Bagel then got a text from Kev asking if I was about so I had to reply saying I was entertaining and so couldn’t meet him, and then I got another text saying I’d won money on Euromillions. Anyway that excitement over, Andrew had his bagel – I got brownie points, and a nice time, for that – and then Andrew wanted to play scrabble again (I won this time – by 39 points – spooky) and then we had a nap, and another nice time, as we waited for Andrew’s clothes to wash as he came with no spare clothes so I had to wash each day. I suggested that we go to Blackpool so we went down to the station and got on the train. We didn’t have a seat at first but got one at Bolton (after 15 minutes journey time). The train was full of the scum of the earth, pikeys, gypos, bockers, the lot of em. All swearing and being awful - I hate common people.
Arrived in Blackpool at 4.30 and wandered on the front for a bit and had a go at the amusements. Andrew won a furry elephant which he gave to me (how sweet) and then I decided that we should get a horse and cart down to the pleasure beach which was fun and I was so glad that we got it because it’s a long walk! I kept trying to kiss him but he was shy in public so he only did it when there were no people about (bless).
So we got to the Pleasure Beach, got out wristbands which let us ride on anything and then I announced that I was the biggest wuss in the world and was scared of rides. We went on the log flume and that shit me up. And I got wet. When we left, they had one of those photo kiosk things where you could buy pictures of yourself on the ride and there’s me and Andrew – him with a massive grin on his face and me grimacing so much, I looked like a china man. So I bought a fridge magnet of it!
Went on a ghost train type ride which was rather lame and then went on this ride where everyone sat around a big circular bowl – all facing inwards and then it started spinning and tilting and jolting – that was good and so we went on that twice. Then I wanted to go on Avalanche but I was too scared, then Andrew convinced me that I should so we went to join the queue but I bottled it and had to walk out – and can you imagine how embarrassing it is walking past 8 year old girls as they enter the ride and when you’re leaving!!
Anyway, that over we went on the flying machine ride where you get in little plane shaped carriages and then as the thing spins round they swing outwards by centrifugal force like the chair-o-planes at Alton Towers but Andrew bottled it this time so it was my turn to take the Mick!! Then we went on Valhalla which is an ace ride, I was scared shitless when we went on the vertical drops and I was soaked to my skin – my entire outfit was soaked – but it was aces!
Anyway, after the Pleasure Beach, we got a tram back up to the Tower area and had another McDonalds (he had 2 double cheeseburgers large fries and a coke and I had a quarter-pounder and chicken sandwich and a diet coke) and then we went to a couple of gay bars before getting the train home at 21.52, arriving back at 23.18.
I suggested that we go to the casino and as Andrew had no money I gave him £20 to play with and it was fascinating seeing it all. I’d never been to a casino so I was amazed by it all. It was really quite exciting – not the roulette tables where everything went quite quickly – a scramble of hands and chips all over the board, the lull when the ball is spun and then a big sweep of hundreds of chips into a hole in the board and then all starting again. Andrew’s game is Blackjack which is just like pontoon I used to play with my dad when I was little. So this £20 went to £30, then to £20 then to £15 then to £25 etc. but finally to fuck all after an hour but I was in the mood by this time so we played another twenty quid which lasted another hour before we were bust and went home. 2 hours entertainment for £40 wasn’t bad – we’d have spent £30 on booze and fags in that time probably if we’d been in the pub.
Got home, tried to watch Kill Bill but the DVD was fucked so at 03.30 we went to bed and for about the sixth time since he arrived, Andrew ended up like the DVD!
Sunday, it was Andrew’s birthday – 22. Got him breakfast in bed (at 1pm) and gave him my card and present. Had a nice time together and got up. Went for some fags and played cards all afternoon. It was so lovely that we were just doing nothing in each other’s company and just felt so comfortable. After we’d both lost our imaginary £20 stakes we went to Pizza Hut for Andrew’s birthday meal. He loves Pizza Hut as much as he loved McDonald’s so he was like a pig in shit. Then we went drinking and we got chatting again about our feelings. He said if it wasn’t for going to the US, he’d be focussing on me and him but I told him he was right to follow his dream. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to go as he needed lots of money and had none but seemed confident it would all come together.
He asked me if we could go to the casino and after having such a good time the night before we went again but I rather overspent and we didn’t win which was a shame. We got home and played cards because Andrew wanted to show me that it was possible to win. Anyway, by midnight he’d used his imaginary stake and then with him as the dealer, I played and after an hour my imaginary winnings were £177!! Typical!! Anyway we went to bed, had the best nice time I think I may possibly have ever had and then I was wanting to go to sleep because I had work the next morning but Andrew wanted to stay up and talk because he didn’t want to go home and if we slept then we’d wake up and it would be going home day. I drifted off at about 4am and then when the alarm went off at 7am I felt like shit. Dropped off for another 20 minutes and then I tried to wake up Andrew to no avail. No nice time this morning it seems. I showered and abluted and then tried to wake him but to no avail. He finally got up at 8am and from then on it was a frenzy of getting ready and leaving.
I kissed him goodbye on Platform Number 4 at Manchester Oxford Road station at 8.45am and started missing him the moment he’d gone.
What a top weekend. What a top bloke – fit, cute, young, fancies the arse of me, friendly, funny and just so yummy. I am falling for him bigtime!
I told her that there was a slim chance I would get a call from Andrew and end up not coming but doubted that I’d hear from him again. Anyway, notwithstanding that, I ventured into town a bit later to get Andrew a card for his birthday on Sunday, I may not hbe hearing from him again but there’s a right way to do things and that included buying Andrew a card. I got a boring card and a pair of nice discreet cufflinks and while I was in the shop choosing his card, would you credit it, I got a txt asking me to ring him.
So I rung him and he said he was thinking of coming over to Manchester and asked me to ring again at 20.00 when he knew what he’d be doing. So I did and he was at the station at 20.00 picking up his ticket. He’d just missed a train and so had to wait an hour and so was arriving in Manchester at 22.14. So I continued to sit on my sofa watching shite on the TV, ate a whole head of celery and about ¾ of a pack of Philadelphia and then when it got to about 21.00, I quickly tidied up, rang round to cancel my plans to go to Cleck for the weekend threw up about two pints of vile peppermint coloured Philly/Celery mush (nerves) and then got a cab and met him at the Station. Took about 4 goes to explain to the taxi driver that I wasn’t going anywhere, he just kept saying where are you going and I’d reply, Victoria and then he’d say no I mean on the train and I’d say Oh I’m meeting a friend. Then there’d be a 2 minute pause and it would start again – aaaarrrrgghh! Why do I seem to attract freaks?
Anyway met Andrew, he was looking lovely – good enough to eat! We got a cab and then had a couple of pints on Canal St, one in Churchill’s and one in Via Fossa and then went home. Had a glass of wine and settled down in bed and watched Beautiful Thing which was very romantic. We finally retired to sleep at around 03.30 after a couple of hours of having … ahem, a nice time with each other!
Up quite late on Friday, was it 13.00 or thereabouts? If not it certainly seemed to be that late, had a nice time with each other, we went out and had something from McDonald’s (I had a McChicken Sandwich Meal and a cheeseburger, he had 2 double cheeseburgers large fries and a coke in case you care). Andrew’s trainers were squeaking like crazy so I offered to buy him some trainers as a special birthday present. He got some nice, cheap, red and black and gold Adidas trainers which Andrew looked at once and called them Royal Bling – they were – very opulent looking but quite trashy too a bit like those over the top theatres with too much red velvet and gilding! He looked lovely in them, but then I think he’d look lovely in anything. We pottered around in town, looking at ties in Selfridges, asking about eye cream samples for my mum while we were there, looking at computer games and introducing Andrew to the pleasures of MUJI!! Ooh nice little plastic pots with no real use – I love em!!
We went to the cinema to see The 40 Year Old Virgin and decided to sit in the premium seats, £16 each but they were big leather seats in the best part of the cinema (the bit above the balcony and we were the only ones up there so we got to canoodle) and we got free drinks, popcorn and nachos which was nice. The film was good and then we got a taxi home and prepared ourselves for a night out. We shaved Andrew’s neck which was getting a bit hairy and went out to party! In fact he’s a hairy boy. Hairy chest, nice soft hair down from his chest, the hairiest bum (ooh and what a bum, like cross between 2 coconuts and a peach) and legs. Anyway I must stop, I’m turning myself on.
Andrew joined two casinos on the way to the Village and then we went for drinks. We went to Via Fossa and had one outside chatting, then had one in the Thomson Arms where I agreed that I’d write to him when he goes to the US, then we popped into Paddy’s Goose where the alcohol began to have an effect and where we started talking about us and stuff and continued that in Churchill’s. While we were there, I bumped into one of the gypos with Danny last week. I was a bit stuck as I didn’t want Andrew to think I’d been with anyone else so I explained to him, quite truthfully, that Danny was drunk and more or less abandoned by this gypo and so I had to look after him as he wasn’t on top form. Andrew told me off for being rubbish at phoning him (I’m rubbish at phoning everyone, its not just him – I’m not good at making small talk on the phone with people I don’t know really really well). Anyway, we then ventured to the New Union for one last one. As has happened the past couple of weeks, the nice lady at the door let us in for free and and I was quite drunk by the end. I asked him to stay till Sunday and he said he would - by this point I was just so in love with him (although I had had erm 6 or more points) I was having a great time, but it was quite late, say half past one. Went home and played Scrabble (Andrew won by 39 points) and then retired at about 4am and had a nice time with each other.
Saturday was a lovely day. I got up at 09.30, went to McDonalds to get Andrew a Bacon and Egg and Cheese Bagel then got a text from Kev asking if I was about so I had to reply saying I was entertaining and so couldn’t meet him, and then I got another text saying I’d won money on Euromillions. Anyway that excitement over, Andrew had his bagel – I got brownie points, and a nice time, for that – and then Andrew wanted to play scrabble again (I won this time – by 39 points – spooky) and then we had a nap, and another nice time, as we waited for Andrew’s clothes to wash as he came with no spare clothes so I had to wash each day. I suggested that we go to Blackpool so we went down to the station and got on the train. We didn’t have a seat at first but got one at Bolton (after 15 minutes journey time). The train was full of the scum of the earth, pikeys, gypos, bockers, the lot of em. All swearing and being awful - I hate common people.
Arrived in Blackpool at 4.30 and wandered on the front for a bit and had a go at the amusements. Andrew won a furry elephant which he gave to me (how sweet) and then I decided that we should get a horse and cart down to the pleasure beach which was fun and I was so glad that we got it because it’s a long walk! I kept trying to kiss him but he was shy in public so he only did it when there were no people about (bless).
So we got to the Pleasure Beach, got out wristbands which let us ride on anything and then I announced that I was the biggest wuss in the world and was scared of rides. We went on the log flume and that shit me up. And I got wet. When we left, they had one of those photo kiosk things where you could buy pictures of yourself on the ride and there’s me and Andrew – him with a massive grin on his face and me grimacing so much, I looked like a china man. So I bought a fridge magnet of it!
Went on a ghost train type ride which was rather lame and then went on this ride where everyone sat around a big circular bowl – all facing inwards and then it started spinning and tilting and jolting – that was good and so we went on that twice. Then I wanted to go on Avalanche but I was too scared, then Andrew convinced me that I should so we went to join the queue but I bottled it and had to walk out – and can you imagine how embarrassing it is walking past 8 year old girls as they enter the ride and when you’re leaving!!
Anyway, that over we went on the flying machine ride where you get in little plane shaped carriages and then as the thing spins round they swing outwards by centrifugal force like the chair-o-planes at Alton Towers but Andrew bottled it this time so it was my turn to take the Mick!! Then we went on Valhalla which is an ace ride, I was scared shitless when we went on the vertical drops and I was soaked to my skin – my entire outfit was soaked – but it was aces!
Anyway, after the Pleasure Beach, we got a tram back up to the Tower area and had another McDonalds (he had 2 double cheeseburgers large fries and a coke and I had a quarter-pounder and chicken sandwich and a diet coke) and then we went to a couple of gay bars before getting the train home at 21.52, arriving back at 23.18.
I suggested that we go to the casino and as Andrew had no money I gave him £20 to play with and it was fascinating seeing it all. I’d never been to a casino so I was amazed by it all. It was really quite exciting – not the roulette tables where everything went quite quickly – a scramble of hands and chips all over the board, the lull when the ball is spun and then a big sweep of hundreds of chips into a hole in the board and then all starting again. Andrew’s game is Blackjack which is just like pontoon I used to play with my dad when I was little. So this £20 went to £30, then to £20 then to £15 then to £25 etc. but finally to fuck all after an hour but I was in the mood by this time so we played another twenty quid which lasted another hour before we were bust and went home. 2 hours entertainment for £40 wasn’t bad – we’d have spent £30 on booze and fags in that time probably if we’d been in the pub.
Got home, tried to watch Kill Bill but the DVD was fucked so at 03.30 we went to bed and for about the sixth time since he arrived, Andrew ended up like the DVD!
Sunday, it was Andrew’s birthday – 22. Got him breakfast in bed (at 1pm) and gave him my card and present. Had a nice time together and got up. Went for some fags and played cards all afternoon. It was so lovely that we were just doing nothing in each other’s company and just felt so comfortable. After we’d both lost our imaginary £20 stakes we went to Pizza Hut for Andrew’s birthday meal. He loves Pizza Hut as much as he loved McDonald’s so he was like a pig in shit. Then we went drinking and we got chatting again about our feelings. He said if it wasn’t for going to the US, he’d be focussing on me and him but I told him he was right to follow his dream. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to go as he needed lots of money and had none but seemed confident it would all come together.
He asked me if we could go to the casino and after having such a good time the night before we went again but I rather overspent and we didn’t win which was a shame. We got home and played cards because Andrew wanted to show me that it was possible to win. Anyway, by midnight he’d used his imaginary stake and then with him as the dealer, I played and after an hour my imaginary winnings were £177!! Typical!! Anyway we went to bed, had the best nice time I think I may possibly have ever had and then I was wanting to go to sleep because I had work the next morning but Andrew wanted to stay up and talk because he didn’t want to go home and if we slept then we’d wake up and it would be going home day. I drifted off at about 4am and then when the alarm went off at 7am I felt like shit. Dropped off for another 20 minutes and then I tried to wake up Andrew to no avail. No nice time this morning it seems. I showered and abluted and then tried to wake him but to no avail. He finally got up at 8am and from then on it was a frenzy of getting ready and leaving.
I kissed him goodbye on Platform Number 4 at Manchester Oxford Road station at 8.45am and started missing him the moment he’d gone.
What a top weekend. What a top bloke – fit, cute, young, fancies the arse of me, friendly, funny and just so yummy. I am falling for him bigtime!
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