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Since my birthday, nothing crazy has been happening.
We've had a visitor stay with us. I have a problem with this. I'll call the visitor Harry (although that's obviously not his name!)
Harry is a lad from Aberystwyth (where I went to uni) who's just come out. Our mutual friends, since he's just moved to London thought it would be a good idea for me to 'look after him' whilst he's down here working and show him around the gay scene- as it's all new to him. Now, just to rewind here for a moment-- i'm definitely not the 'looking after type.' I have huge amounts of time for my friends, but they have to be my friends already. I'm far too independent and off on one all the time, to be checking up on someone else and making sure that they're ok. If they are independent too, brilliant- we'll have a great time.
However, Harry did not have an independent bone in his body. He has minced, and worried and shyly experienced London over the past week and i'm so bloody glad he's gone. He was a lovely kid, and very sweet- but i just don't want to be sharing my room with him anymore.
3 Top Mike Incidents;
1) Whilst in a gay bar, singing Karaoke (which yes, kudos points to him, for getting drunk and getting up there!) a guy took a picture of him (admittedly, on what looked like a semi-decent camera). Afterwards, he asked me what the picture was for. I said it could be of anything. It could be for a gay magazine in the club/pub, or for the guys personal collection. Mike freaks out, and i mean freaks, that this could end up in the tabloids tomorrow and all his family would see it.
Now, i'm honestly not being cold hearted here. I think a freak out for 2 minutes is possibly justified...at a stretch. But after constant reasoning, he was just having none of it.
Moving on....
2) Harry's brother hadn't called him for two hours after he said he would. This is his *older* brother! Mass panic. Just wouldn't calm down in the house. I suggested, 'got drunk in the pub' 'fallen asleep' 'no phone signal' 'work meeting' etc etc etc but again, having none of it. Absolute freak out. If it was a quiet one, in another room, that's fine- it's his perrogative but it was right in my ear while i'm trying to learn lines (which i'm behind on anyway, incidentally!). 20 minutes later, he manages to get through to his brother- shouts at him way beyond what is necessary and it turns out his brother is drunk with friends and didn't know the time. (11pm!!!)
3) By far the most dramatic in Harry World! Now this one, is going to make me seem cold hearted and a bit of a dick...but I really couldn't careless. At the end of the day, the boy's an adult and i'm not there to molly coddle him. We went to a club together, at Harry's request, that is perfectly non dodgy. I pointed out to Harry when we got there, that there was a dark room which is something I personally avoid. I suggested that he might want to avoid it too, as it's pretty seedy.
Harry is at me all night. For those of you who have ever been to a club with me, you probably know I like to dance. I like to get away from everyone and just dance. I Don't even particularly want to talk to people- I just want to dance. Harry was really irritating me, so i did just that. I ran away to dance. I come back a while later, and find Harry crying. Asking if we can leave. I say sure...and on the way home, I try and ascertain if i can help. It turns out Harry has had a bit of willy play with a guy in the toilet, and feels ashamed of himself. He also has a scratch down his leg. The scratch, i believe, caused by the fact that he has 2 open badges in his pocket.
72 hours later, Harry is texting me constantly worrying that he has AIDS. Stating that he knows it can be got from kissing etc (!!?!) and what should he do. I largely ignore his messages, until I start to feel guilty. I re-educate him (hopefully without being too patronising), and suggest that he reads up on it himself if he's still worried. He is still panicking. I suggested if he is *THAT* worried- he goes for a test. He has done, but now he's flapping because of the 3 month zone.
He just text me this morning to see if i want to go out on Thursday night. I see problems ahead. There is NO WAY.
Phew. That was quite a rant. Just to say, the guy is a lovely bloke and i feel quite bad...but sometimes, people can just be too much and I feel that i've put up with more then my fair share of baby shit from him.
In other news;
Falcons lost yesterday- that really sucks.
I'm going to see a hypnotherapist on Thursday, for the start of 6 sessions on Performance Anxiety. He's doing it for free for me, as he's just about to graduate and needs a case study. I'll keep y'all informed.
Excited about watching The Amazing Race later. I'm completely addicted.
Line learning is coming on slowly but surely.
I've agreed to do some leafleting for my sister Wednesday and Thursday- the really sucky bit being though, that i would make so much more money usually..and i didn't have the heart to tell her that the wage she is giving me is pretty shitty. Still, it's my sister i guess.
And I think that's all for now. Have a great day folks!
We've had a visitor stay with us. I have a problem with this. I'll call the visitor Harry (although that's obviously not his name!)
Harry is a lad from Aberystwyth (where I went to uni) who's just come out. Our mutual friends, since he's just moved to London thought it would be a good idea for me to 'look after him' whilst he's down here working and show him around the gay scene- as it's all new to him. Now, just to rewind here for a moment-- i'm definitely not the 'looking after type.' I have huge amounts of time for my friends, but they have to be my friends already. I'm far too independent and off on one all the time, to be checking up on someone else and making sure that they're ok. If they are independent too, brilliant- we'll have a great time.
However, Harry did not have an independent bone in his body. He has minced, and worried and shyly experienced London over the past week and i'm so bloody glad he's gone. He was a lovely kid, and very sweet- but i just don't want to be sharing my room with him anymore.
3 Top Mike Incidents;
1) Whilst in a gay bar, singing Karaoke (which yes, kudos points to him, for getting drunk and getting up there!) a guy took a picture of him (admittedly, on what looked like a semi-decent camera). Afterwards, he asked me what the picture was for. I said it could be of anything. It could be for a gay magazine in the club/pub, or for the guys personal collection. Mike freaks out, and i mean freaks, that this could end up in the tabloids tomorrow and all his family would see it.
Now, i'm honestly not being cold hearted here. I think a freak out for 2 minutes is possibly justified...at a stretch. But after constant reasoning, he was just having none of it.
Moving on....
2) Harry's brother hadn't called him for two hours after he said he would. This is his *older* brother! Mass panic. Just wouldn't calm down in the house. I suggested, 'got drunk in the pub' 'fallen asleep' 'no phone signal' 'work meeting' etc etc etc but again, having none of it. Absolute freak out. If it was a quiet one, in another room, that's fine- it's his perrogative but it was right in my ear while i'm trying to learn lines (which i'm behind on anyway, incidentally!). 20 minutes later, he manages to get through to his brother- shouts at him way beyond what is necessary and it turns out his brother is drunk with friends and didn't know the time. (11pm!!!)
3) By far the most dramatic in Harry World! Now this one, is going to make me seem cold hearted and a bit of a dick...but I really couldn't careless. At the end of the day, the boy's an adult and i'm not there to molly coddle him. We went to a club together, at Harry's request, that is perfectly non dodgy. I pointed out to Harry when we got there, that there was a dark room which is something I personally avoid. I suggested that he might want to avoid it too, as it's pretty seedy.
Harry is at me all night. For those of you who have ever been to a club with me, you probably know I like to dance. I like to get away from everyone and just dance. I Don't even particularly want to talk to people- I just want to dance. Harry was really irritating me, so i did just that. I ran away to dance. I come back a while later, and find Harry crying. Asking if we can leave. I say sure...and on the way home, I try and ascertain if i can help. It turns out Harry has had a bit of willy play with a guy in the toilet, and feels ashamed of himself. He also has a scratch down his leg. The scratch, i believe, caused by the fact that he has 2 open badges in his pocket.
72 hours later, Harry is texting me constantly worrying that he has AIDS. Stating that he knows it can be got from kissing etc (!!?!) and what should he do. I largely ignore his messages, until I start to feel guilty. I re-educate him (hopefully without being too patronising), and suggest that he reads up on it himself if he's still worried. He is still panicking. I suggested if he is *THAT* worried- he goes for a test. He has done, but now he's flapping because of the 3 month zone.
He just text me this morning to see if i want to go out on Thursday night. I see problems ahead. There is NO WAY.
Phew. That was quite a rant. Just to say, the guy is a lovely bloke and i feel quite bad...but sometimes, people can just be too much and I feel that i've put up with more then my fair share of baby shit from him.
In other news;
Falcons lost yesterday- that really sucks.
I'm going to see a hypnotherapist on Thursday, for the start of 6 sessions on Performance Anxiety. He's doing it for free for me, as he's just about to graduate and needs a case study. I'll keep y'all informed.
Excited about watching The Amazing Race later. I'm completely addicted.
Line learning is coming on slowly but surely.
I've agreed to do some leafleting for my sister Wednesday and Thursday- the really sucky bit being though, that i would make so much more money usually..and i didn't have the heart to tell her that the wage she is giving me is pretty shitty. Still, it's my sister i guess.
And I think that's all for now. Have a great day folks!