As most of you are aware, I didn't have the happiest weekend on record. The fact that I didn't see Emily this weekend was the biggest reason for my dip in mood. I originally couldn't have her because I had a gig to do, but that got cancelled, which pissed me off as some people accused me of cancelling. So if I were to go into detail about how I felt on Saturday then all my friends list would be ringing the Samaritans by now. So to put it in a nutshell, I sat in my room crying, I smoked a lot, drank a bit, and felt sorry for myself. I phoned Emily to have our daily conversation, and told her that I'd picked up her Doctor Who Adventures comic that our newsagent saves for her, and I'd also bought the new Top Of The Pops magazine because it was carrying a bit of High School Musical stuff. She reminded me that I'd told her that I wasn't happy with her reading TOTP because it goes a bit mature in places, so I said I'll read it first. After that I lost patience with my facebook profile, and watched Muppets clips on youtube for most of the night.
Sunday
Dad shouted through my door that it was nearly eleven o'clock this morning. So at least I'd had some sleep for a change. I'd sorted out a load of blank tapes because of some Radio 1 and 2 40th anniversary shows I wanted to keep. (Sometimes I think I may be a bit of a nerd.)
I've always preferred the radio to television, even as a kid. I used to love being off sick from school, for starters it meant a day without abuse, but also so I could listen to Radio 1 all day. I paid little attention to the music they were playing, but was fascinated by the different DJs and their styles. I can't believe I'm admitting I listened to R1 as a kid. My favourite was Steve Wright In The Afternoon, and I used to have tapes of the comedy sketches he did. I wish I still had them. When I was a kid living in Skegness I once got to play a quiz on stage at the Radio 1 roadshow. I used to dream about doing that job, it all seemed so glamorous. Of course I mainly listened to John Peel at night with headphones on.
So anyway, today I had Radio 2 in the kitchen, and R1 in the living room. With a list of shows, pile of tapes, and the TV switched on with the radio guide up on the screen showing the schedules. I got downstairs this morning to hear Kenny Everett on R2. I wish he were still with us.
As usual my Nana Freda came round for lunch, and as usual did the washing up. We read the papers, we don't really have a regular paper, but I got News Of The World because it was giving away a High School Musical sticker book for Emily, (it was probably doing it for other kids besides Emily), and The Daily Star because it had a live Ian Dury CD. We walked Nana to the bus stop and me and my dad went to the Forest Fields recreation ground to see the fair being erected.
It was fascinating to see it going up, next year I'm going to take pictures every day to see it's progress. The fair is next weekend when Emily WILL be here. We then did a little shopping in Hyson Green, (none Nottingham residents- Hyson Green may SOUND posh...) and home. I tidied out my bedroom, and then cleared out a space in the shed for the cat that comes round.
It was about two months ago when I was walking home with Emily and we saw a cat and several newborn kittens coming out of an alleyway. We couldn't believe newborns were outside so came to the conclusion they were wild, (WILD? They were fucking furious! Boom boom!). A few weeks later a small ginger cat came in our garden and ate some bread we'd thrown out for the birds. So I start giving the cat some ham and milk, and now she comes round every day. She's pregnant so I figured a blanket and food and drink in the shed, and she might make a home in the shed in which to become a single mum. At first she wouldn't come anywhere near me, but finally today she ate out of my hand, although I can't stroke her, she recognises me and must by now know I'm a goodie. I couldn't entice her into the shed, but by putting her milk bowl in there she soon went to explore. There's a panel missing so she can get in and out without me unlocking the door. She then pissed off back over the wall. Other houses to view perhaps, a lot of viewings take place on a Sunday after all. She was probably disappointed that there wasn't a sofa to do her drilling behind.
I phoned Emily about nine o'clock, when I finally got hold of her. She hasn't charged her phone so she's got a lot of texts to read at some point. I had hot dogs for tea, had a nice hot shower, put my tatty tracksuit bottoms on, and now I can't sleep.
Goodnight x
