Minus my Coat
I remember last night. By God, was I hammered! And some bastard stole my coat!
I went to my usual Monday night haunt to play some tunes. The Crow was there but this time I didn't rise when he told me I looked good. No matter how insecure I am, one thing I do not want is a boy who I have to teach. Sorry guys, but I can barely look after myself.
Anyway, I think that's what pushed me to get hammered. I had the words to a new song scrawled on my right hand, but I knew that tonight would be an old song night, and after a few free pints I was dancing around like a lunatic. I did what I thought was the worst rendition of a few of my songs, and giggled outright in the middle of them. People loved it. You know what, I don't get audiences. I get deadly nervous standing up there but it seems that the less competent I am, the more people enjoy it. What's the craic - what do you guys want?
Poor auld Earnest was the one left looking after me though when I collapsed on the street crying to my usual tune of "I've had enough"(a line that has made it into more than one of my songs). When I discovered my coat was stolen (for the second time in as many weeks) and it was bitterly cold outside and the bouncer was a prick about it....well, I'd had about enough then. What kind of a man, on seeing a girl obviously distraught because she has had something stolen, says "You only noticed it was gone now cos you are drunk. Serves you right for giving me abuse."
1) No matter how drunk I get (with the exception of the night in Skinnyvale with the valium) I have an accurate memory.
2) My friend was sat on the coat all night, and I was keeping an eye on it.
3) I hadn't been giving him abuse, but I will now. I kept on about that until he admitted he might have mixed me up with someone else.
4) It was fucking freezing! He wouldn't even let me look for it.
Anyway, I have to go in today and see can I find it. But I'm sure it's gone.
Work today has been fine - not much to do as usual, and I suspect that this blog is going to become my new time-waster. I foolishly let slip some of the things I got up to over Christmas and Colleague#2 is having a field-day. Colleague#1 is bonkers anyway, and we just have conversations of laughter, but Colleague#2 loves anything that he can tease me about - the Northern Humour. You see, I live with 2 lesbians - that sounds crude - I would rather not have to say it that way, but the reality is that once he found out that they were lovers he has been going on and on about it. And then when I ended up a few nights ago sharing a bed with 3 lads (yes, strangers, I know, I know) it suddenly became a mad orgy to him. The problem is I don't think I do much to correct it either. I blush very easily but I keep talking and make things worse. And my life isn't that simple really either. I do stupid things. But I know full-well what I'm doing. I don't know what it is - I just get bored and create situations.
I went to my usual Monday night haunt to play some tunes. The Crow was there but this time I didn't rise when he told me I looked good. No matter how insecure I am, one thing I do not want is a boy who I have to teach. Sorry guys, but I can barely look after myself.
Anyway, I think that's what pushed me to get hammered. I had the words to a new song scrawled on my right hand, but I knew that tonight would be an old song night, and after a few free pints I was dancing around like a lunatic. I did what I thought was the worst rendition of a few of my songs, and giggled outright in the middle of them. People loved it. You know what, I don't get audiences. I get deadly nervous standing up there but it seems that the less competent I am, the more people enjoy it. What's the craic - what do you guys want?
Poor auld Earnest was the one left looking after me though when I collapsed on the street crying to my usual tune of "I've had enough"(a line that has made it into more than one of my songs). When I discovered my coat was stolen (for the second time in as many weeks) and it was bitterly cold outside and the bouncer was a prick about it....well, I'd had about enough then. What kind of a man, on seeing a girl obviously distraught because she has had something stolen, says "You only noticed it was gone now cos you are drunk. Serves you right for giving me abuse."
1) No matter how drunk I get (with the exception of the night in Skinnyvale with the valium) I have an accurate memory.
2) My friend was sat on the coat all night, and I was keeping an eye on it.
3) I hadn't been giving him abuse, but I will now. I kept on about that until he admitted he might have mixed me up with someone else.
4) It was fucking freezing! He wouldn't even let me look for it.
Anyway, I have to go in today and see can I find it. But I'm sure it's gone.
Work today has been fine - not much to do as usual, and I suspect that this blog is going to become my new time-waster. I foolishly let slip some of the things I got up to over Christmas and Colleague#2 is having a field-day. Colleague#1 is bonkers anyway, and we just have conversations of laughter, but Colleague#2 loves anything that he can tease me about - the Northern Humour. You see, I live with 2 lesbians - that sounds crude - I would rather not have to say it that way, but the reality is that once he found out that they were lovers he has been going on and on about it. And then when I ended up a few nights ago sharing a bed with 3 lads (yes, strangers, I know, I know) it suddenly became a mad orgy to him. The problem is I don't think I do much to correct it either. I blush very easily but I keep talking and make things worse. And my life isn't that simple really either. I do stupid things. But I know full-well what I'm doing. I don't know what it is - I just get bored and create situations.
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