Another Boring Weekend
Well is started off OK, I left work at 4pm on Friday. Janet wanted to go home to drop her car off so we went to Wilmslow and dropped her car off. I had a poo as she got ready and we got the slowest train in the world back to Manchester arriving home at 9 minutes past 7. I wouldn’t have gone home but I’d promised Andrew that I’d wake him at 7pm so I popped in and woke him. He was a misery (well he would be having only gone to sleep at 1.30) but was as nice as pie with Janet.
Anyhew, that done we went to Churchills. We had two in there and it was reasonably uneventful. There was a cute thin guy who seemed to be giving me the eye but he kept moving about and then we weren’t sure if he was giving me the eye or Janet! Then we saw Wes but all he did was say hello as he was with some other people.
So then we walked to the City Road Inn for the karaoke. Janet sang Brass in Pocket, I Want that Man and Ring of Fire. I sang The Lion Sleeps Tonight, Two out of Three ain’t Bad, Sherry and The Wonder of You. We had a nice time, except for when I was a fool and said that Janet owed me for the cheese and onion slices I’d bought her. She thought they were a gift and I didn’t and then she reminded me of the pork pies and salami and crisps she bought me so I felt like a cunt. I think its that I feel that I should be able to decide when things are gifts or not rather than it be assumed. Anyway that blew over and we were all OK. Janet’s friends James, Dave and Richard arrived sometime after 11.30 and I sloped back to Churchill’s at midnight. I chatted with a few people I’d been chatting with the night before and then approached the cute skinny guy who I’d seen before.
It was obvious that he’d been there drinking all night as he was wankered. Anyway he was called Dave and was 29 and was a car spray painter and he agreed to come to Cruz. He seemed a nice guy but as soon as we got into Cruz I realised he was a complete nutjob. He said his family were Scottish millionaires and that he was a double 0, licence to kill and was on a mission now. He said he was an inventor but someone kept stealing his copyright (I told him that it was a patent for an invention not copyright but he didn’t care) and just kept on with the bullshit so I fucked him off and went onto the dancefloor. He followed me for my poppers and just stood at the end of the dancefloor as I danced. There was a cute Indian guy, a 26 year old teacher and a straight looking guy all of whom tickled my fancy and who I thought I may have a chance with. The straight looking guy came up to me and I thought “Right Do, I’m in here” and he came up and pushed me away by putting his hand to my face and pushing. I was soooo close to getting a bouncer and having him chucked out but I didn’t I just kept dancing. Dave kept bumming me for my poppers and he was doing my head in. Anyway, a bit later on this straight looking guy came up again and I was defensive and standoffish with him but he put his arms round me and kissed me on the cheek and started mumbing some rubbish into my ear. Anyway I was loving it and he carried on for about 5 minutes and then popped off. I carried on dancing but I was so fed up of freaky Dave that I went at 2am.
Went to kebab shop and got a garlic bread and chips and bumped into Tinkerbell, a 20 stone, 6foot lesbo who goes to Churchills. She was out with her mates and we chatted and then right next to us the straight looking guy was getting into a fight with someone calling him a poof and alsorts of nonsense. Anyway we split them up and I ended up walking to the main road with my man and again his hands were all over me and in the quiet of the street I could hear his drunken mumblings. He thought I was someone famous. I got the impression that he thought I was a DJ or a club owner that had had success in the past but was biding my time till my next big thing. It was all very strange anyway he fucked off and I went home and had my garlic bread which was lovely and watched a bit of Supernanny before going to bed at 3am.
Saturday was a non-day. Andrew woke me at 6am to say he’d been gambling and had won and had paid in £650 on my credit card which was nice. I was too tired to get up though so he called me Mr Grumpy. Wai Yan had lent me 24 and over 2 weeks I’d only watched 3 episodes so on Saturday I watched 10 episodes. It was all I did really. Did a bit of shopping for some tea for A and I and then while he played Final Fantasy, I went to bed to watch another 4 episodes of 24. A got a call at 11.00 asking if he wanted to go out so he did, getting home at 08.10. Who gives a fuck where he’d been. He said Salford where his mate Andy lives. Not that I cared.
Up at 12.30, Andrew went out to work for 1.30 and I watched more 24, the last 7 episodes while ironing every single item of clothing I possessed – or so it seemed. There were over 15 shirts, 7 pairs of trousers, 2 rugby tops, 4 hankies, 4 T Shirts, it took forever but its done now. Went out at 7pm to Churchills and it was quite quiet. Anyway it busied up later. Nicole, the tranny came and sat down with me. The Turkish man who fancies me was there, there was a really fit scally who turned down my offer of a drink. It was a good night. I sand The Lion Sleeps Tonight, a song from Les Mis, Ring of Fire and Holding out for a Hero. I was quite pissed and I left at 12.00 and bumped into A. He was going out till 12 after work so it was no coincidence. We fell out on the way home as he wanted to go to bed and for me not to go to bed for an hour as I snore and he needed some sleep and I told him to fuck off and so he did. I went home and went straight to bed and he sloped in a few minutes later having made his point (he thought) and slept on the sofa till he was too cold. But then his arms were all over me so I don’t know if that was for warmth or to make it up with me but either way he’s a freak.
Anyhew, that done we went to Churchills. We had two in there and it was reasonably uneventful. There was a cute thin guy who seemed to be giving me the eye but he kept moving about and then we weren’t sure if he was giving me the eye or Janet! Then we saw Wes but all he did was say hello as he was with some other people.
So then we walked to the City Road Inn for the karaoke. Janet sang Brass in Pocket, I Want that Man and Ring of Fire. I sang The Lion Sleeps Tonight, Two out of Three ain’t Bad, Sherry and The Wonder of You. We had a nice time, except for when I was a fool and said that Janet owed me for the cheese and onion slices I’d bought her. She thought they were a gift and I didn’t and then she reminded me of the pork pies and salami and crisps she bought me so I felt like a cunt. I think its that I feel that I should be able to decide when things are gifts or not rather than it be assumed. Anyway that blew over and we were all OK. Janet’s friends James, Dave and Richard arrived sometime after 11.30 and I sloped back to Churchill’s at midnight. I chatted with a few people I’d been chatting with the night before and then approached the cute skinny guy who I’d seen before.
It was obvious that he’d been there drinking all night as he was wankered. Anyway he was called Dave and was 29 and was a car spray painter and he agreed to come to Cruz. He seemed a nice guy but as soon as we got into Cruz I realised he was a complete nutjob. He said his family were Scottish millionaires and that he was a double 0, licence to kill and was on a mission now. He said he was an inventor but someone kept stealing his copyright (I told him that it was a patent for an invention not copyright but he didn’t care) and just kept on with the bullshit so I fucked him off and went onto the dancefloor. He followed me for my poppers and just stood at the end of the dancefloor as I danced. There was a cute Indian guy, a 26 year old teacher and a straight looking guy all of whom tickled my fancy and who I thought I may have a chance with. The straight looking guy came up to me and I thought “Right Do, I’m in here” and he came up and pushed me away by putting his hand to my face and pushing. I was soooo close to getting a bouncer and having him chucked out but I didn’t I just kept dancing. Dave kept bumming me for my poppers and he was doing my head in. Anyway, a bit later on this straight looking guy came up again and I was defensive and standoffish with him but he put his arms round me and kissed me on the cheek and started mumbing some rubbish into my ear. Anyway I was loving it and he carried on for about 5 minutes and then popped off. I carried on dancing but I was so fed up of freaky Dave that I went at 2am.
Went to kebab shop and got a garlic bread and chips and bumped into Tinkerbell, a 20 stone, 6foot lesbo who goes to Churchills. She was out with her mates and we chatted and then right next to us the straight looking guy was getting into a fight with someone calling him a poof and alsorts of nonsense. Anyway we split them up and I ended up walking to the main road with my man and again his hands were all over me and in the quiet of the street I could hear his drunken mumblings. He thought I was someone famous. I got the impression that he thought I was a DJ or a club owner that had had success in the past but was biding my time till my next big thing. It was all very strange anyway he fucked off and I went home and had my garlic bread which was lovely and watched a bit of Supernanny before going to bed at 3am.
Saturday was a non-day. Andrew woke me at 6am to say he’d been gambling and had won and had paid in £650 on my credit card which was nice. I was too tired to get up though so he called me Mr Grumpy. Wai Yan had lent me 24 and over 2 weeks I’d only watched 3 episodes so on Saturday I watched 10 episodes. It was all I did really. Did a bit of shopping for some tea for A and I and then while he played Final Fantasy, I went to bed to watch another 4 episodes of 24. A got a call at 11.00 asking if he wanted to go out so he did, getting home at 08.10. Who gives a fuck where he’d been. He said Salford where his mate Andy lives. Not that I cared.
Up at 12.30, Andrew went out to work for 1.30 and I watched more 24, the last 7 episodes while ironing every single item of clothing I possessed – or so it seemed. There were over 15 shirts, 7 pairs of trousers, 2 rugby tops, 4 hankies, 4 T Shirts, it took forever but its done now. Went out at 7pm to Churchills and it was quite quiet. Anyway it busied up later. Nicole, the tranny came and sat down with me. The Turkish man who fancies me was there, there was a really fit scally who turned down my offer of a drink. It was a good night. I sand The Lion Sleeps Tonight, a song from Les Mis, Ring of Fire and Holding out for a Hero. I was quite pissed and I left at 12.00 and bumped into A. He was going out till 12 after work so it was no coincidence. We fell out on the way home as he wanted to go to bed and for me not to go to bed for an hour as I snore and he needed some sleep and I told him to fuck off and so he did. I went home and went straight to bed and he sloped in a few minutes later having made his point (he thought) and slept on the sofa till he was too cold. But then his arms were all over me so I don’t know if that was for warmth or to make it up with me but either way he’s a freak.
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