Bandry, who NEVER LISTENS TO A WORD I SAY , remembers some passing mention of Ethan I once made!) I said I didn’t know what she was on about. She said she had the impression from the fact that I never stopped talking about him that I fancied him. I asked if she ever got tired of jumping to the wrong conclusion.
Hung out with Disha a bit tonight (since she’s ALWAYS BUSY in the day either seeing Ethan or waiting to find out if she’s going to see him). More insights into his perfectness. (I even got a
detailed
description of what it’s like to KISS him! Apparently it’s like kissing a chocolate mousse. I said I hadn’t realized she’d spent so much time kissing puddings.) I’m v happy for D and I’ve completely lost the little interest I had in Ethan, but to be honest it really is exhaustingly boring. I mean he’s just a lad – it isn’t the Second Coming. I’d rather listen to Robert bang on about the evil of the pharmaceutical companies (which IS NOT one of his shorter lectures) than hear one more thing Ethan said about anything. Flynn phoned to say he knew somebody who was having a barbecue, but Disha didn’t want to go in case Ethan got a chance to ring her from the toilet at work. I know I could’ve lent her the mobe but I don’t see why
I
should pay for her to tell him how much she misses him because she hasn’t seen him in six hours. I didn’t want to go to the barbecue without D, since the only person I’d know would be Flynn and I reckoned he’d be off with the other boys playing video games or something. But I didn’t want to sit round the house with the MC and Buskin’ Bob either, so I forced myself to go. Flynn wanted to know if Disha was ill or something, since it’s rare to see me without her. This isn’t true, of course. I go plenty of places without Disha. Flynn said yeah, but they’re all toilets. After the barbecue (which didn’t actually feature anything COOKED because no one could get the fire going in the rain), we ended up playing Pictionary. I was partners with Flynn. You’d have to be psychic to guess any of his words. One of his drawings looked like a pyramid. I tried pyramid, but that wasn’t it. It wasn’t a triangle, a tepee or Mount Everest either. He drew what looked like a head peering over it. I tried Egyptians and Aztecs. I tried blood sacrifice and religion. I tried Peeping Tom. It was a cheese-grater (the head was a biscuit!). After that, I prayed for All Plays so at least I could look at someone else’s drawings. We were all laughing so much it took hours. I said to Flynn that I haven’t laughed so much for WEEKS . Flynn said I should hang out with him more, especially now that Disha and I have had the operation and been separated.
FRIDAY 17 AUGUST
Since I’m unemployed, the MC made me do the food shopping with her. (First she made me help her put the mountain of bottles in the car so they don’t fall all over the place every time you go near the fridge!) We set off with the bottles rattling round in the boot but we didn’t go to the superstore as per usual (where they have a bottle bank!) – we went to the street market (where they don’t have a bottle bank, of course!). It was like stepping back in time, all sweat and rotting vegetables. I said, “Don’t tell me you’re boycotting supermarkets too.” She said, “Yes. The big chains are squeezing out the small, local shops and farmers.” I said well, that was PROGRESS , wasn’t it? We don’t make our own soap any more either ( NOT YET AT ANY RATE !!!). She said
and
their business methods leave something to be desired. I said I didn’t think they sold diet meals in the market and the MC said she isn’t buying them any more because Robert doesn’t like the company that makes them either. Also, real food doesn’t make you fat. At this rate we’re going to be growing our own vegetables in the back garden and brushing our teeth with sand.
SATURDAY 18 AUGUST
Nearly had a heart attack at supper
Hung out with Disha a bit tonight (since she’s ALWAYS BUSY in the day either seeing Ethan or waiting to find out if she’s going to see him). More insights into his perfectness. (I even got a
detailed
description of what it’s like to KISS him! Apparently it’s like kissing a chocolate mousse. I said I hadn’t realized she’d spent so much time kissing puddings.) I’m v happy for D and I’ve completely lost the little interest I had in Ethan, but to be honest it really is exhaustingly boring. I mean he’s just a lad – it isn’t the Second Coming. I’d rather listen to Robert bang on about the evil of the pharmaceutical companies (which IS NOT one of his shorter lectures) than hear one more thing Ethan said about anything. Flynn phoned to say he knew somebody who was having a barbecue, but Disha didn’t want to go in case Ethan got a chance to ring her from the toilet at work. I know I could’ve lent her the mobe but I don’t see why
I
should pay for her to tell him how much she misses him because she hasn’t seen him in six hours. I didn’t want to go to the barbecue without D, since the only person I’d know would be Flynn and I reckoned he’d be off with the other boys playing video games or something. But I didn’t want to sit round the house with the MC and Buskin’ Bob either, so I forced myself to go. Flynn wanted to know if Disha was ill or something, since it’s rare to see me without her. This isn’t true, of course. I go plenty of places without Disha. Flynn said yeah, but they’re all toilets. After the barbecue (which didn’t actually feature anything COOKED because no one could get the fire going in the rain), we ended up playing Pictionary. I was partners with Flynn. You’d have to be psychic to guess any of his words. One of his drawings looked like a pyramid. I tried pyramid, but that wasn’t it. It wasn’t a triangle, a tepee or Mount Everest either. He drew what looked like a head peering over it. I tried Egyptians and Aztecs. I tried blood sacrifice and religion. I tried Peeping Tom. It was a cheese-grater (the head was a biscuit!). After that, I prayed for All Plays so at least I could look at someone else’s drawings. We were all laughing so much it took hours. I said to Flynn that I haven’t laughed so much for WEEKS . Flynn said I should hang out with him more, especially now that Disha and I have had the operation and been separated.
FRIDAY 17 AUGUST
Since I’m unemployed, the MC made me do the food shopping with her. (First she made me help her put the mountain of bottles in the car so they don’t fall all over the place every time you go near the fridge!) We set off with the bottles rattling round in the boot but we didn’t go to the superstore as per usual (where they have a bottle bank!) – we went to the street market (where they don’t have a bottle bank, of course!). It was like stepping back in time, all sweat and rotting vegetables. I said, “Don’t tell me you’re boycotting supermarkets too.” She said, “Yes. The big chains are squeezing out the small, local shops and farmers.” I said well, that was PROGRESS , wasn’t it? We don’t make our own soap any more either ( NOT YET AT ANY RATE !!!). She said
and
their business methods leave something to be desired. I said I didn’t think they sold diet meals in the market and the MC said she isn’t buying them any more because Robert doesn’t like the company that makes them either. Also, real food doesn’t make you fat. At this rate we’re going to be growing our own vegetables in the back garden and brushing our teeth with sand.
SATURDAY 18 AUGUST
Nearly had a heart attack at supper
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