February the 5th 1994 ( part 2)
Sophia and myself had had a ‘Barney’.
I was all for staying in Yates to see how ‘slipped on an imaginary banana’ Mike was doing.
Sophia wanted to go to the nightclub.
Which we’d be spending four frigging hours there
“ it’s boring here and we’re here every Wednesday” She groaned.
Trouble is I knew wed be playing hide and ‘creep.
After a guy she was after.
No matter what I was determined to get my last drank in Yates.
Downing a wine in less than 4 seconds.
I must admit although we’d made up and I’d apologised.
It had put a dampener on the night.
In Griff’s talking to John (Pete my first Ex-boyfriend’s mate)
Pete who used to yawn at the door ( before we answered it) .
Yawning to crack the cold sores he’d once been infected with)
Me and Ross would spy on him whilst he did it.
We went to the nightclub at 10.15pm (smack-er-roony on!)
The toss-pots wouldn’t let us in.
A bloody fiver to get in!
Leaving me skint.
Sophia seemed down about ‘the guy’.
Shock horror Ex -Fester is squatting behind a fake tree.
Hopefully not doing a dump but probably needs binoculars!
“Spies are us” springs to mind.
Myself and Sophia went for endless walks to ‘spot Willy’.
I’d danced and accidentally smashed my glass of wine on the floor.
I’m not a nightclub fantatic!
It was a shite night!
You can’t hear people’s conversations with the loud bellowing ‘ravy’ music.
Then you’re surrounded by Zombie Flesh eaters!
Once you make eye contact with the male species.
They try biting your neck and start walking like stiffs!
I’m more of a pub girl !
A glass of wine and soda is £1.99.
I’d bought a bottle of Lambrusco that night for the same bloody price!
Was chuffed to get a taxi at 12.00am.
Searching for Sophia and Ex-Fester but nowhere to be found.
Ex-Fester landed at mine at 12.30am uninvited.
Was really upset but knew it was the wine.
It has that depressive effect on me!
Give me beer anyday!
