A WEEK IN MY LIFE (PART 2, episode 1)

Friday 29th January 1993.

Whitney Houston was number one in the charts with "I will always love you" and at number ten Take That sang "could it be magic". It was a time when the eighties influences were fading out and the nineties we're trying to make a name for themselves. 
I am nearing 19 years old and as its a weekend I am meeting my two best friends and going to the club called 'Tumblers' in Bradford. Dan B lent me some money since I couldn't find my bank card earlier in the day and it had been a big deal to think that I would not be going out. What if I missed something? 
Well it turned out I would have missed my friend SR getting off with a girl who turned out to like a drink too much. With the best intentions SR allowed her affections to wash over him as long as they were not closely followed by vomit. The very few nights this romance lasted for them usually ended up with her head stuck to a table with her own spit and sick. But at this moment in time I guess he hoped maybe things would go well and at least he could feel great from her attentions. I had a girl drunkenly telling me that she loved me but since I felt nothing for her at all it was a waste. I still believe it was one of those drunken moments were she would have loved anyone because she was so inebriated. So it doesn't count. 
The night had started off too sober for my liking as my tolerance for drink had started to increase. Once we reached Tumblers I had to fire a few down to feel at home. Dan B and myself sat and chatted nonsense with each other and even passed the time by trying to pretend we were a couple according to my diary. Drink + Boredom = Hilarity. 

Saturday
The following day I would have rose out of bed around ten am and watched a film. The evening came around again and this time the three of us were going to the local village pub. 
SR and I waited for Dan B to join us and we then Stood playing pool mostly as we chatted. After our few pints Dan B came to my mums and we watched Frank Skinner Live and he cut my hair. So I still had the shaved haircut that I had started the previous year. Dan B would amuse himself by never shaving a small section at the back of my head. I would notice the clump and make him do it right. Friendship goes to fuck when a teenager sees a joke ahead. 

Sunday
At 11 am I sat in my bedroom watching 'My Cousin Vinny' thinking good lucks to SR who was meeting his new girlfriend at the train station and they would greet each other sober for a change. Later that day I took my mums car to get petrol and I parked on the right hand side of the petrol pumps and was embarrassed that the hole was on the other side. So before I could dispense petrol I had to start it up and turn it around in quite a limited space. I did the move and went down the other left before realising that I had now made the same mistake twice and the hole was still on the wrong side. Rather than run away though I talked loudly to make out I wasn't too bothered and managed to put the petrol on and made a mental note to never do that again. 
As I lay in bed on this night I wondered about the validity of the girl who had professed her love to me on Friday. Even the slightest hint of that sort was a seed in my head that needed to be processed. NO that was my final answer, I didn't like her so why would I contemplate trying to 'see what would happen'. 


(to be continued)