xgoatboyx

Friday: Got to Tap before half eight, couldn't find anyone but it wasn't that bad, seeing as most people were outside to smoke I could find a quiet contemplative corner. At one point I was in the pool room and some guy asked why I was on my own "don't you have any mates here?" "not yet" "do you work here?" which is the second...
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Thursday: Got up early to wish Dad a Happy Birthday and go to the volunteer's bureau to be told they've finally got all my references and they will start taking me to prospective places for me to work. Found out the interview I was supposed to have tomorrow was cancelled because the woman was a bitch who didn't think I was flexible to the location....
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Thursday: Managed to get my interview on Friday put back to Tuesday, I doubt I'd be able to get there myself without a lift at ten in the morning. Got a train from Rochester, found a carriage with hardly anyone in it and some transport police came in to inspect for gang graffiti. Got to Victoria, went straight to a coffee place and got myself...
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Thursday: Came home and found Dad back from the hospital with a big red scar curved up his head and a plaster to cover what I guess is either a missing (or at least partially missing) nostril.

Friday: I'm finding it very hard to look at the top of Dads head without getting freaked the fuck out. Got caught in the rain while I was...
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Friday: Dad has cropped his hair off in preparation for next week operation. Went to the Tap a bit later than usual as I was sick of waiting ages for anyone to turn up. After half an hour Chris sent me a text saying he was at the Post Office, I went down, met him, Ollie and some of his mates came down, went out...
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Thursday: The night before Dad chose to tell me he may not be able to pick me up when I came home because he could be in hospital as he just found out he has skin cancer, it felt like it was a dream and I couldn't believe he actually just said that, I faintly said "fuck!" and he said he wasn't going to die,...
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Friday: Spent an hour by myself in the Tap wishing my social life didn't have to revolve around the fucking pub and thinking maybe if I moved to London and actually had a wealth of choices of clubs and pubs it wouldn't be so fucking depressing. Was about to leave when I found Chris and Zak which stopped my night from being completely shit. Just...
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Friday: Got lost in Chatham after trying to find an alternate route along the river side. Got to The Command House (actually it's just The Command now, the House part of the sign has mysteriously disappeared) after eight. Got fucking ID'd by the old boy at the front for the god knows how manyth time. Found Manny doing sound as he wasn't DJing at the...
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Thursday: Got to Victoria after four, went to Soho to look round HMV and Virgin, didn't really find anything. Got the tube to Chalk Farm and walked down to the new music shop near the canal. Bought Nick Cave and Groundhogs, got freaked out by this Goth I could figure out was either an ugly girl or a tranny, went to the DVD section, got...
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Friday: There's this mentally sub-normal bloke who lives on my road, tells people he works at HMV in Oxford Street, but he doesn't, he goes there sometimes, pretends he works there and asks random people if he can help. Saw him this morning after I left the house, he saw me crossed over the street and tried to talk about the weather, I ignored him...
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