A WEEK IN MY LIFE (Episode 2-Part 3)

Wednesday 3rd February 1993

I had decided to read my own Tarot cards once again, so obviously they hadn't told me what I wanted them to before. It was always in the back of my head that "you should never read your own tarot cards for yourself". I didn't care. The music that assisted this was The Orb's 'Assassin' which I enjoyed and still takes me back into a dreamy kind of mood. I wrote in my diary "I want a girlfriend....or do I." I was unsure if I did because I was concerned that once you had one there was the inevitable breakup still to come and I was relatively happy with my quiet life and yet always on the look out for any hint that someone liked me. I closed my diary with "HANG ON THERE" 

Thursday 4th February 1993

Faith No More were live on radio 1 and I recorded it onto a cassette I still had it until quite recently. I was babysitting for my sister while my mum went out and so I decided to put cucumber slices on my eyes and heave a good wash and brush of my teeth. I believed that if I did this enough times that I would become a lot more attractive to girls. I imagined they would be drawn to me in the street and come up to me just to stroke my soft skin and swoon. It never happened strangely. 

Friday 5th February 1993

Worryingly my diary tells me that I went to a party at my ex wife's boyfriends sisters house, if that makes sense. It's bizarre that I crossed paths so much with her back then. I knew who she was when I met her and started seeing her but never thought that I had been so close to her years earlier. My diary also states that it was a shit party and that it was my fault it was shit. I have no memory of what I'm talking about. I still managed to get in at 4:15am though. 

Saturday 6th February 1993

It was the day of a full moon as I ventured into Keighley to get my ear pierced. I made sure I had the side done that didn't secretly mean I was a homosexual. In the local bar that evening there was a girl who lived at the far end of my road 'giving me the eye'. This led on to a story that I am not going to cover on this piece because it didn't happen within the week I'm talking about. I moved to another local pub that night and ended up bumping into my dad and I got into what I describe as a 'chat battle' with him where I came away with the opinion that he 'spoke shite' at me for half an hour. Once again I had left his  company feeling unwanted or loved. I headed for the Chinese takeaway in the quiet village and sat awaiting my order, only aware of the couple of other customers by the fact that I kept my eyes averted. 
There came a voice from the bloke out of the male/female duo, "are you looking at my bird?"
I turned around to stare surprised at this man. His girlfriend muttered something in a bid to shut him up but he continued with "don't call my wife a slag," 
I looked behind me to find only a wall and so he was obviously talking to me. "I didn't say owt" I said. 
The man was known as TANK in the village. He was a local tosspott. He scared me but it became apparent that he did this sort of stuff often and usually to small guys like myself. I just wanted out of the situation. I hurried up home untouched but shaken to tell my mother and her friend. They knew who I meant and reassured me that he did it often. 

Soon after I was a local in three pubs in the village and actually befriended this oaf who eventually allowed me to call him by his first name which was a relief to be in his good books. 
Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, I thought.