Monday, October 24, 2005

My Kingdom...Part 2

..."Harsh words from a young man" retorted Simon, laughing and curling himself up into an embryonic ball. "I just have a feeling that everything is going to work out fine" I said softly to myself..."What was that Ruppet?", my thought trail being dragged from my subconcious, "Oh nothing" i blushed, and got to unpacking my suitcase that my mother had kindly packed with totally the wrong clothes.

"You should look like a young gentleman" she cried as her pasty and moist hands tried to hide her falling teardrops. "Oh mum, dont be soft, i'll only be a couple of hundred miles away and i'll ring you every week and I'll visit at half term, okay?" "You say that now but once you get in with your crowd, you wait and see, just like your father, full of empty promises...you'll leave me, just like that bastard did", mum was now wailing inconsolably and I decided that I had to go now while she was at her lowest point, only so it couldn't get any worse for her. As the taxi drove away I couldn't think of anything apart from my mums red dress being covered in a dark salty mess of tears...

"Snap to it you mad fucker" shouted Simon as he realised that i had relapsed into memoryville. Simon told me that we were going out to explore campus and score some weed, neither of these things filled me with the urge to go 'woo hoo' and turn somersault but i suppose its what had to be done. We both changed into some trendy boho rags and walked into the psychedelic blackness of the university at night.

BIG signs everywhere and I mean BIG. 'BAR THIS WAY', 'SHITFACED?, YOU WILL BE, BAR THIS WAY' and so on and so on, you know how it goes. We turned the appropriate corner and were blasted by a torrent of sense, noise, taste and smell. Simon looked around increduously and just shouted at the top of his voice, "YOU CAN SMELL ALL THE CUNT FROM HERE", at which point (as in many previously seen films) the music stopped just as he finished the last part of the sentence. To say that people glared was an understatement and by the looks of the 'friendly lesbians for jesus' stand a lot of praying was occuring. His moment of shame was short lived as the music restarted and people got involved 'in the moment' as such. At this point you may have realisedthat I suddenly became very disheartened with the words that came out of his mouth. I was shocked that I had been so naive as to even think that events in my life would fall in a natural and progressive order whereas all around me was randominity and chaos. I decided to say nothing and enjoy the evening as best I could. We mingled, we chatted, gathering half understood phrases from each conversation so by the end of the evening we had met many people but didn't know a single one. I should have played it differently, I should have shown more interest when Alex started talking about the Geophysics club and Mary had tried to coerce me to join the Plushies for pleasure club (people having sex, dressed in furry animal costumes) but because I wasn't sure what the hell she was on about I declined gracefully, if she had asked me thirty years later though the answer may have been different!

I kept an eye on Simon but gave him free reign to enjoy himself. I was determined not to become one of these little queens that followed their special friends around by their coat tails. Simon seemed to be doing okay and contradictory to what he had previously bellowed he seemed to be more of a 'mans man' in social circles. The evening got progressively more frantic with grammes of speed flying round as the cheap coke substitute that it was. I remember dancing to the 7 mins 40 secs version of New Orders Blue Monday (Arthur Baker remix) which seemed to only last 3 mins and 52 secs and it was at this point that I decided I needed my bed. Simon came over to me flinging his arms and shouting incoherent speed babble, talking at 140 miles an hour whilst sweating profusely like a human rainstorm. I took his arm and we walked off to halls, each carrying 8 pints of cider (internally), a bunch of blow and 4 wraps of speed. The walls of the halls were throwing themselves at us and trying to squeeze us of our skin moisture as we rebounded backwards and forwards. We finally reached the safe portal of door 2c and threw our bodies into the dark void in front....to sleep, perchance to dream...

2 comments:

mcaretaker said...

Another good read

Anonymous said...

As promised I got up early! Well worth it, but it finished a little too quickly for me, eagerly awaiting part 3. Hope I'm not sounding desperate!!!! Gx