Retribution (need I say more…ok I’m going to anyway)
I met Paula for a few drinks at JC’s last night. I was late. When I got there a loved up couple had positioned themselves on a sofa across from her which is never fun for someone who has just broken up with her boyfriend. We chatted away about what a dick he was and is. I don’t see why she is still in contact with him at all, I was never his biggest fan but that’s probably because I think Paula is fantastic, yet she ends up with these mediocre specimens who acquire more of her time than they deserve.
JC’s is dead these days but I’m pleased to say the die hard old men are still there.
So after that we went to the fire fly. I introduced Paula to the joys of white Russian cocktails possibly the most calorific cocktail available but so tasty, who would have thought cream milk and vodka would be such a yummy combination. At this point I was drunk. I decided it was a good idea to go out.
Lizzy and Ceryn appeared for a bit but were not tempted to join us at Retribution. We did have a nice conversation about legalising drugs though.
The night turned into a nostalgic farewell to the club that tried to replace Traz but was never as good. It’s still full of children, head bangers and Burberry clad boys chatting up baby rock chicks. Paula and I were (are) both poor but fortunately some sweaty 15year olds who insisted they were 21 and were smitten with Paula and offered to buy her and her friend a drink. I love being that friend! It means I don’t have to appear at all interested yet still I get the free drinks.
I talked to a lovely girl with Pink hair in the loo, I pretended I was a fantastic dancer, I got chatted up by the ugly member of a pretty boys group, the bar man offered to escort me to the cash point in case the bouncers wouldn’t let me back in (I declined you never know who might murder you in an ally so they can get their hands on your retro granny purse and diamante jewellery) and I drank way to much cheap vodka, enough so I loved every song.
I had a fantastic time but I won’t ever go back. As much as counselling people crying over a toilet, drinking shots of “flavoured” vodka, hooking up with random guys because they complimented my fashion, stealing cigarettes/beer/cool hats/sparkly things on the floor, head banging to metal songs I hate, skanking to Ska I love and falling down stairs was part of my teenage years it’s just not the same attempting to do them there now. I’m not ruling out any of these pastimes though, there will still be falling down the stairs moments (I fell down some stairs when we got back to Paula’s house) but in less old school places.
So back at Paula’s (after falling down the stairs) I slept very soundly, my dreams were swirly. I love her house, the only complaint I have is that it’s not in the town centre. I had to have two bus rides of shame this morning which also involved a walk of shame to the bus station.
Today I was only able to watch TV eat toast and sleep. The wasted day of a lazy girl who also has a hangover ROCK ON.
I’m back in London on the 16th as I’ve promised to be at Simons Birthday Party and in return have been promised cake. I move into my house on the 19th (I KNOW it’s really a flat but we have stairs in our flat making it a sort of…kind of house.) Liam and I have discussed quilt making as a hobby “mine will have black boys and people dancing on it, some ciggies and alcohal and a laughing face and a listening ear and a sharp tongue and a roller coaster” said Liam. Speaking of Liam it makes me immensely happy that he’s listed “Jillian Arthur” as one of his interests on Liva Journal. Unsurprisingly he is the only person who has listed me as an interest so if you search “Jillian Arthur” ‘originalliam’ is the only hit. Simple things that bring me so much joy.
I’m going to miss Quorn Loughborough and Leicester when I’m back in London. It’s nice to know certain people aren’t that far away but once again they will be. Need I remind you all though I WILL HAVE A HOUSE…Flat type thing so please come and stay. You can make quilts and drink tea with half spoon sugar in. It will be the house of fun.
Ok I’m going to stop writing.
I just want to say Happy 21’st to Hannah again because I know you read this although you NEVER leave comments, I’m so offended. Much love anyway.
JC’s is dead these days but I’m pleased to say the die hard old men are still there.
So after that we went to the fire fly. I introduced Paula to the joys of white Russian cocktails possibly the most calorific cocktail available but so tasty, who would have thought cream milk and vodka would be such a yummy combination. At this point I was drunk. I decided it was a good idea to go out.
Lizzy and Ceryn appeared for a bit but were not tempted to join us at Retribution. We did have a nice conversation about legalising drugs though.
The night turned into a nostalgic farewell to the club that tried to replace Traz but was never as good. It’s still full of children, head bangers and Burberry clad boys chatting up baby rock chicks. Paula and I were (are) both poor but fortunately some sweaty 15year olds who insisted they were 21 and were smitten with Paula and offered to buy her and her friend a drink. I love being that friend! It means I don’t have to appear at all interested yet still I get the free drinks.
I talked to a lovely girl with Pink hair in the loo, I pretended I was a fantastic dancer, I got chatted up by the ugly member of a pretty boys group, the bar man offered to escort me to the cash point in case the bouncers wouldn’t let me back in (I declined you never know who might murder you in an ally so they can get their hands on your retro granny purse and diamante jewellery) and I drank way to much cheap vodka, enough so I loved every song.
I had a fantastic time but I won’t ever go back. As much as counselling people crying over a toilet, drinking shots of “flavoured” vodka, hooking up with random guys because they complimented my fashion, stealing cigarettes/beer/cool hats/sparkly things on the floor, head banging to metal songs I hate, skanking to Ska I love and falling down stairs was part of my teenage years it’s just not the same attempting to do them there now. I’m not ruling out any of these pastimes though, there will still be falling down the stairs moments (I fell down some stairs when we got back to Paula’s house) but in less old school places.
So back at Paula’s (after falling down the stairs) I slept very soundly, my dreams were swirly. I love her house, the only complaint I have is that it’s not in the town centre. I had to have two bus rides of shame this morning which also involved a walk of shame to the bus station.
Today I was only able to watch TV eat toast and sleep. The wasted day of a lazy girl who also has a hangover ROCK ON.
I’m back in London on the 16th as I’ve promised to be at Simons Birthday Party and in return have been promised cake. I move into my house on the 19th (I KNOW it’s really a flat but we have stairs in our flat making it a sort of…kind of house.) Liam and I have discussed quilt making as a hobby “mine will have black boys and people dancing on it, some ciggies and alcohal and a laughing face and a listening ear and a sharp tongue and a roller coaster” said Liam. Speaking of Liam it makes me immensely happy that he’s listed “Jillian Arthur” as one of his interests on Liva Journal. Unsurprisingly he is the only person who has listed me as an interest so if you search “Jillian Arthur” ‘originalliam’ is the only hit. Simple things that bring me so much joy.
I’m going to miss Quorn Loughborough and Leicester when I’m back in London. It’s nice to know certain people aren’t that far away but once again they will be. Need I remind you all though I WILL HAVE A HOUSE…Flat type thing so please come and stay. You can make quilts and drink tea with half spoon sugar in. It will be the house of fun.
Ok I’m going to stop writing.
I just want to say Happy 21’st to Hannah again because I know you read this although you NEVER leave comments, I’m so offended. Much love anyway.