b & a slaughterhouse (part II)

good god, it was dull. i had to listen to lee (my middle brother) drone on in a pretentious fashion about socialism. no lee, i do not have socialist principles. no lee, i have not read your obscure book by trotsky. no lee, i am a liberal, and it doesn’t matter how much you talk to me, i’m not going to suddenly change my mind. then he said that i didn’t read enough so i called him a fucking patronising twat and he shut up. ha ha ha.

at around half three people started to wind down a bit, and i was getting hopeful that we could go home (note: there is no way i would’ve got into a taxi on my own. the last time i did that the taxi driver kept asking about my sex life and then tried to put his hand up my skirt. the drivers around here and extremely dodgy). then angie’s sister piped up ‘i’ve got some speed in my bag’ and i put my dog-eared cushion over my face and groaned loudly. but everyone was too mashed to notice. so then, of course, my brothers are going to go into the kitchen and snort it, then sit on the sofa for another hour and a half with their heads jerking around erratically. i’ve decided i don’t like hanging around with my brother’s friends. i stick out like a sore thumb. because i have no funny anecdotes about my experiences whilst snorting ketamine i have no real contribution to make to the group. they’re all really lovely and nice people, and i don’t care what they put up their noses because they’d certainly never say ‘take it kate. why not, are you scared’? but we don’t have anything in common.

they finally rung a taxi around five, and we got home, broad daylight, the birds singing, light rain. groo.

saturday night was much better. my boyfriend came over so at least i could be myself again, and not have to worry that i’m not a hardened drug user that has no qualms about snorting dodgy speed at four in the morning. we watched a bit of the atrocious kevin and perry go large and for some (possibly quite sick) reason, watching two spotty teenagers who look exactly like some people i know (i’m talking to you, matt) desperately trying to lose their virginity made me feel very eager to celebrate the fact that i wasn’t one.. make of that what you will.

it was quite late by the time we were done and the only place left open was the curry house. urgh. i’m getting sick of that place. it wasn’t too bad though. sunday was quite a nice lazy day, and was rounded off by us two going to the fleece and listening to marvin gaye’s what’s going on. i liked what i heard, but there’s a track in the middle called ‘save the chlidren’ and at one point marvin sings ‘saaaaave the baaaaabies. saaaaave the baaaabies’ and we both burst out laughing. on the way out of the pub i staggered out singing a ‘help the aged/save the babies’ medley. this was perfectly logical to us two, but to others.. i dunno. then we went home and watched top secret which was funny but the plot was a bit bizarre. still, “i know a little german.. look – there he is!” is a classic.

when we were in the fleece, i was thinking about what to do with my free july, since i start work at the le meridien in august. we decided (well, i guess i decided and he agreed) that we’d do a tour of northern europe. this is good because a) there are places i want to show him there, b) i still have awful prickly heat, so going anywhere hot is pointless, as i’m sat indoors stratching my heatlumps feeling miserable, and c) it shouldn’t be too expensive, not if we do it in hostels. i looked on the internet when i got home and i’ve found an inter-rail pass for me for £195, valid for a month. i am now completely over-excited and am boring my boyfriend to death, even though we have a month and a half to go i’m going on http://www.bahn.de to find out the exact platform we must get certain trains, etc. at the moment, we’ve decided on:

paris, france
luxembourg city, luxembourg
brussels, belgium
utrecht, the netherlands
hamburg, germany
copenhagen, denmark
berlin, germany

today i caught the train home and went to my seminar. i rounded off the fab weekend (apart from friday, ahem) by finding out that the research appraisal that i’d done on thursday night and friday morning last week had got 70% – my first ever first! i was dead chuffed.

this could seem like a dreamy few days – but hard reality soon kicked in. i got a massive spot on my forehead today, then one on my chin. bah.