A week in my life (1995)

A WEEK IN MY LIFE (1995) 

On this day 19 years ago it was a Friday and I was 21 years old. Even though I lived in Keighley I found myself on a pub run with my pal Ste R at our Bradford haunts which basically was a run of quiet pubs in which we could talk and enters tin each other. We went from The Lord Clyde to The Commercial to The Exchange to the Cobbles before getting a taxi back to Keighley for £13 in those days by 12:45am and in to the Rat Trap night club. This  is all taken from my diary. I had a girlfriend at the time who I shall, refer to as G. G was blonde and petite, in other words just my type. When we met up with her and her friends in The Rat Trap, she was very drunk. Now girlfriends are one thing but drunk girlfriends are another. Annoying to be exact. The way she draped herself on me got on my nerves pretty quick. Naturally, all these years later, now I'm 40, I feel far more tolerant of such quibbles but my young self could be a dick. 

G lived a couple of streets away and I'd been with her for all of 6 months which would be nothing today but at 21 seemed like 6 years. I've come to understand my failings with others in the recent years but back then I only knew what and how I felt at that exact moment. G stayed at my house that night and soon collapsed into sleep until the morning. I lay in my bedroom which oddly also had a free standing shower cubicle and those storage heaters with the bricks in which are shite. It was a depressing house but I was also happy to have a place of my own. I remember the curtains were on,y held up by some of the hooks. It was only when I was sorting it out to move out that I briefly had those sorted. I had no idea why I hadn't sorted them sooner. 

Sleep took me and I dreamed drunken dreams in a smelly bed.