to get myself a job in a sports shop or something, but I just shrugged again ’cos I don’t have to explain myself to no one and eventually she let me go. SHE IS A NIGHTMARE.
SUNDAY 24TH FEBRUARY
Carrie has NOT been put off boys by the Cotch/Eric disaster. In fact she’s worse than ever. Especially now she’s found Bezzie with the Vauxhall Nova’s profile on MySpace. What happened was that Carrie was on her iMac the other night and she went on to Cotch’s MySpace to leave him a comment ’cos she’s been giving him a bit of a swerve since Valentine’s and she wanted to know if he wants the teddy back to give to another girl seeing as the date never really happened. So she clicked on one of her mates and then she just kept on clicking their mates and seeing who was there from Ilford and Goodmayes and Romford that we knew. Then after about five minutes of random clicking she said she couldn’t believe it but THERE WAS BEZZIE!!! Or BEZZIE KELLEHER as is his full name. Oh and his mate with the brown hair and the fat bum is called WESLEY BARRINGTON BAINS II. (As in Wesley Barrington Bains the Second, like there was a first one and he is the second!!)
And they have a grime collective called the G-Mayes Detonators!!!! Carrie let me hear one of their tracks last night called “We Got Da Beef” which was basically Bezzie bragging about how brilliant his life was for ten minutes over human beatbox. Carrie thought it was amazing. She has downloaded it on to her iPod and has listened to it fifty-six times since.
I went home quick before the words “double-date” came up again.
MONDAY 3RD MARCH
What a crap day. Mr. Brightwell from the career advice service came to Mayflower to visit Year Tens this afternoon. We all had to go in and see him one by one and talk to him about what we wanted to do next year after Year Eleven, which ISN’T THAT FAR AWAY so the teachers keep moaning ALL THE TIME.
Mr. Brightwell was sitting in one of the IT labs wearing the same green jacket with the leather patches on the elbows and the tinted glasses that he used to wear when he did substitute teaching at Mayflower, which makes him look like one of them blokes off of ITV’s
Britain’s Scariest Pedophiles
or something — even though he isn’t a pedo, he’s okay. I quite liked Mr. Brightwell. He was a totally rubbish substitute teacher though. He was always forgetting what class he was meant to be teaching, or losing his bag, and eventually he stopped doing substitute teaching at Mayflower and Latoya Bell told everyone that her mum said that he’d gone a bit loony ’cos she saw him at the social security office filing a claim, but Latoya Bell is a faker and says all sorts of things to get attention on herself, so that’s probably not true.
Anyway, all I know is Mr. Brightwell was rubbish as a substitute so I’m not sure how he even has a job himself let alone a job telling everyone else how to get a job, but I didn’t say that to his face ’cos I did what Mrs. Radowitz said and thought through quietly in my head how that sounded and I reckon it probably was “prejudicial” and “stigmatizing” toward folk who just happen to look a bit like pedos but who aren’t.
Everyone else in class 10W had something worked out to tell Mr. Brightwell, aside from me. Carrie reckons she wants to be a nail technician and tanning supervisor like Collette Brown at Cheeky’s and Luther Dinsdale wants to start his own grime collective ’cos he’s got some pretty good rhymes and his dad knows people who have a recording studio in Stratford and run a pirate station called RUDE FM so he reckons he can get a slot. Kezia wants to be a singer ’cos she always does karaoke at Goodmayes Social Club and once won fifty quid of Iceland vouchers and everyone said she should go on
Pop Idol.
Uma Brunton-Fletcher wants to be a model ’cos she’s dead tall and has the “right attitude,” or so she keeps saying but she’s forever hanging about Oxford
SUNDAY 24TH FEBRUARY
Carrie has NOT been put off boys by the Cotch/Eric disaster. In fact she’s worse than ever. Especially now she’s found Bezzie with the Vauxhall Nova’s profile on MySpace. What happened was that Carrie was on her iMac the other night and she went on to Cotch’s MySpace to leave him a comment ’cos she’s been giving him a bit of a swerve since Valentine’s and she wanted to know if he wants the teddy back to give to another girl seeing as the date never really happened. So she clicked on one of her mates and then she just kept on clicking their mates and seeing who was there from Ilford and Goodmayes and Romford that we knew. Then after about five minutes of random clicking she said she couldn’t believe it but THERE WAS BEZZIE!!! Or BEZZIE KELLEHER as is his full name. Oh and his mate with the brown hair and the fat bum is called WESLEY BARRINGTON BAINS II. (As in Wesley Barrington Bains the Second, like there was a first one and he is the second!!)
And they have a grime collective called the G-Mayes Detonators!!!! Carrie let me hear one of their tracks last night called “We Got Da Beef” which was basically Bezzie bragging about how brilliant his life was for ten minutes over human beatbox. Carrie thought it was amazing. She has downloaded it on to her iPod and has listened to it fifty-six times since.
I went home quick before the words “double-date” came up again.
MONDAY 3RD MARCH
What a crap day. Mr. Brightwell from the career advice service came to Mayflower to visit Year Tens this afternoon. We all had to go in and see him one by one and talk to him about what we wanted to do next year after Year Eleven, which ISN’T THAT FAR AWAY so the teachers keep moaning ALL THE TIME.
Mr. Brightwell was sitting in one of the IT labs wearing the same green jacket with the leather patches on the elbows and the tinted glasses that he used to wear when he did substitute teaching at Mayflower, which makes him look like one of them blokes off of ITV’s
Britain’s Scariest Pedophiles
or something — even though he isn’t a pedo, he’s okay. I quite liked Mr. Brightwell. He was a totally rubbish substitute teacher though. He was always forgetting what class he was meant to be teaching, or losing his bag, and eventually he stopped doing substitute teaching at Mayflower and Latoya Bell told everyone that her mum said that he’d gone a bit loony ’cos she saw him at the social security office filing a claim, but Latoya Bell is a faker and says all sorts of things to get attention on herself, so that’s probably not true.
Anyway, all I know is Mr. Brightwell was rubbish as a substitute so I’m not sure how he even has a job himself let alone a job telling everyone else how to get a job, but I didn’t say that to his face ’cos I did what Mrs. Radowitz said and thought through quietly in my head how that sounded and I reckon it probably was “prejudicial” and “stigmatizing” toward folk who just happen to look a bit like pedos but who aren’t.
Everyone else in class 10W had something worked out to tell Mr. Brightwell, aside from me. Carrie reckons she wants to be a nail technician and tanning supervisor like Collette Brown at Cheeky’s and Luther Dinsdale wants to start his own grime collective ’cos he’s got some pretty good rhymes and his dad knows people who have a recording studio in Stratford and run a pirate station called RUDE FM so he reckons he can get a slot. Kezia wants to be a singer ’cos she always does karaoke at Goodmayes Social Club and once won fifty quid of Iceland vouchers and everyone said she should go on
Pop Idol.
Uma Brunton-Fletcher wants to be a model ’cos she’s dead tall and has the “right attitude,” or so she keeps saying but she’s forever hanging about Oxford
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