A week in my life 4

A WEEK IN MY LIFE (Episode 4 Part 1)

Friday March 3rd 1995

On this fine week in 1995 you would have found me in the last couple of months until I was due to fly the nest and buy my first house. Brit pop was all the rage and on a personal level, so was southern comfort. I was 20 years old and was surrounded by boxes due to the move that my mother had undertaken in the village. There was little point in me unpacking since I was due to move out.
So I frustratedly sat in a room of boxes as well as the local boozer. It felt like my life was about to start. Was I ready ? Nope. I look back on it now as if I was a chick in a nest atop a high branch whose mother had thrown over the edge in an attempt to teach the tiny chick to fly. What happened was I plummeted to earth without the aid of guidance. # note to self- don't do that to my son#

Anyway, what else was I going to do? I went to Bradford with my partner in crime Ste R. I met my friend in a pub in town and we had a couple of pints and then moved on to a wine bar type place where we felt adult at getting in un questioned. Next up was a little favourite of ours called The Cobbles. As we were half drunk by this point we would become something of a double act and bounce the same daft humour off each other. My friends ex entered and had two of her work mates with her. With this new audience being female, it had an aphrodisiac effect on us. Maybe tonight would be our lucky night.
They came with us to a place known as V I P's which was frequented by parent types. Unfortunately one of them was turned away due to trainers. The other mate then demanded that we all go to Tumblers nightclub which we had outgrown. If we were to stand any chance of getting off with these girls then we thought we should be in the same building as them even if we were dressed in shoes and shirts for a different venue.
Ste and I gave each other a look as if to say "we're in here".
Once we had payed into Tumblers and bought the girls a drink......we never saw them again.
They disappeared to be with more interesting people and probably people who didn't have shirts and smart pants on in this club for youngsters and therefore didn't look like a couple of nobs.
Ste and I threw in the towel. As we sullenly exited the club way too early, I had to congratulate the girls and how they had sone a number on us. I had the outlook that if a girl accepts a drink from you that there was going to be a swap of bodily fluids on some level, but what could I do? Take her to court?
So at 12:12am I was back in my bedroom watching 'beavis and butthead'.
The weekend was a quiet one really and other than running my grandma to Sainsburys I just watched films including 'Aladdin', 'Menace 2 Society', 'Up In Smoke', 'Wolf' and 'Casablanca'.

Monday 6th March 1995

It snowed late this year which stopped me from borrowing my mums car for a while. Whilst in my work lunch break I had walked to the shops and seen a girl from school who had blossomed into a gorgeous woman and looked a lot older than I did. Then I passed SC, my ex who I mentioned in the last episode. Not her or her friends who she was with returned my hello. This is the world of the teen. It's a cruel world when you're young, oh and when you're old, but at least when you're older you know not to bother even trying to be ok with people that you recognise from the past.
I had discovered TALK RADIO and spent a few hours just listening to conversations which sometimes involved interesting subjects like the one I heard about spiritualist at this time.

The object of my affections at this stage were scraping the barrel and only get referred to as 'The girl at the chinese' and 'the girl at the chippy'. These girls became attractive to me because there was nothing else for me to look at, so by default they were sitting ducks. They were just eye candy until I met the next mistake, sorry, girlfriend.

To be continued...