Thursday night

[squirmelia]

It's Thursday night, we've brushed our hair, put on our black t-shirts, so we slam the door closed. The three of us scurrying along the litter-strewn pavements, past the many Christmas decorations that are still there a month after Christmas- mainly glittery, shiny or snowy things, possibly sprayed or just dangled, past the graffiti "Hi you queer" that's scrawled tempestly onto the concrete, past the excessive ugly tacky figurines that you just know the people who live there have just placed them there to show everyone that they have class, and then round the corner, past the abrasive kids, past the scrapings of dog faeces, spread on the pavement like sunflower spread on toast, the lights are red, we get to the other side of the road and step onto the anti-people stuff- suddenly we are anti-people too, the pointy ground infiltrating our minds and not just our feet. Then onto the tarmac again, cards stuck in machines giving us precious paper and beeps. The bus, the bus. Dash across another road to join a queue for the 101. Slump into some seats, my head rests on Paul's, and I feel really stressed. Wil sits alone, until a girl gets on the bus and sits next to him, and after a while asks him what bus this is. Press the rubbery line, fight our way past some people, and jump off the bus. Walk a few metres, and get to the club, realize we're a bit early and there's only about 10 people there. We got the wrong bus- managed to somehow catch the earlier one. It's cold. We order toasties and cider and Nukey brown and possibly some more cider? I don't know what Wil is drinking. We sit in the corner. Later, Ash and Robbob arrive (separately), and get into discussions about sex on the holadeck and pissing on the holadeck, and I'm bored, so i look out the window, at the billboards. Adverts only seem to advertize websites nowadays, it's all gone screwy. One says "Totally change your life" but I realize I don't want to totally change my life, I like some of it, maybe just like to change little bits, so maybe I shouldn't search for a job on their website. Pictures of cars, small cars... I'm having some kind of conversation in my head, and I'm enjoying it.