housework to do again and Dad's really happy with the current standards. Anyway, I'm turning in now, night.' I kiss her cheek.
I take a quick peek at my Mum’s face as I leave the room. She's looking around the lounge and sighing. Hahaha. Tyler - 1, Mum - 0. Another result.
'Will you record me for my YouTube channel this lunch time?' I get on my knees in front of Lindsay and pretend to beg like a dog.
'Is that not helping you? Which will make me lose my bet.'
'Nah. It's just recording. If you don't help, I'll just get someone else to do it anyway. I want to do a few scenes out and about in Rotherham centre. Get my face known.'
She sighs. 'Alright then. How many followers are you at so far?'
'I'm not telling you until the grand reveal.'
'Fine.'
I'm not telling her because I have twelve. The new four are workers from Smiths that I made sign up last week because I'd had no new subscribers whatsoever.
I elbow Lindsay. 'What's your channel about anyway? What’s my competition?'
'I'm filming my hamster and trying to get him to do something funny. I want to make him famous, like Grumpy Cat. Only so far he's not done anything.’
‘Oh dear.’
‘I'm not telling you how many subscribers I have or what my channel’s called but I wouldn’t worry about me being a threat at the moment. I'm working on it though. Do you think there's an equivalent of catnip for hamsters?'
I shrug. 'Dunno. Anyway, how was your weekend?'
'Okay. Drank too much as usual.’
She puts a magazine on the shelf and hands me some to do the same. ‘I'm getting bored going out with my mates now, you know. Feeling like shit every Sunday morning. I'm twenty-five. I need to grow up. Christ, pass me that Knitting Monthly so I can subscribe. I’m old. What about you? What did you do?'
'Same. As in I went out with the lads and played Pool. Had a few beers, but got a lie in on Sunday so was fine by the time I woke up.'
She pauses, magazine in hand. 'Don't you get bored with the same old, same old? Wish for a bit more in your life?'
'Nah. I enjoy myself.'
Lindsay turns away from me sighing. 'Well, I'd best get on. See you at lunch.'
'It's a date,' I say.
‘What?’ She frowns.
'You know what I mean,' I reply.
'I sure do.' She walks off.
God, she's moody lately.
'So just record me as I'm speaking okay? That's all I want.'
'Fine. Hurry up. It’s cold.'
We stand outside one of the gaming stores. Lindsay records me as I talk about the latest games. This way I can point to the merch in the window and chat about it. It'll make a better visual than me in my bedroom.
'Right. Just a bit of footage of me walking around the centre now and I can edit it in.'
Lindsay dutifully follows me. As I walk backwards, talking to the camera, I fail to see the placard saying Jesus Protect us All. I topple back, arse over tit over the board. It collapses with a clatter.
I get up and rush away, explaining hurriedly to the man whose board it is that I'm absolutely fine, and no it wasn’t a divine message to be more careful.
'Erase that,' I tell Lindsay.
'Already done,' she informs me. 'I didn't think you'd want your fans seeing that on your channel.'
'You're a star.' I check behind me to see the view is clear. 'Now just record a little more and I'll treat you to a sausage roll.'
She puts a hand on her heart. 'My God, you spoil me. A girl could get used to this, you know.'
'Ha ha. Now start recording.'
Now I'm full time I have to make my next bank appointment for Thursday morning. It's my Saturday to work, so this and Sunday are my days off this week. I'm missing my days off at home but the thought of the extra money I'll earn to spend on gaming equipment and taking Jennifer on dates is more than making up for it. Anyway, I’d only be doing more housework, knowing my mother. She’s trying to get me to do the once a year jobs now she thinks I’ll be leaving soon. I’ve no intention of taking all the curtains down to wash and iron.
As I walk
I take a quick peek at my Mum’s face as I leave the room. She's looking around the lounge and sighing. Hahaha. Tyler - 1, Mum - 0. Another result.
'Will you record me for my YouTube channel this lunch time?' I get on my knees in front of Lindsay and pretend to beg like a dog.
'Is that not helping you? Which will make me lose my bet.'
'Nah. It's just recording. If you don't help, I'll just get someone else to do it anyway. I want to do a few scenes out and about in Rotherham centre. Get my face known.'
She sighs. 'Alright then. How many followers are you at so far?'
'I'm not telling you until the grand reveal.'
'Fine.'
I'm not telling her because I have twelve. The new four are workers from Smiths that I made sign up last week because I'd had no new subscribers whatsoever.
I elbow Lindsay. 'What's your channel about anyway? What’s my competition?'
'I'm filming my hamster and trying to get him to do something funny. I want to make him famous, like Grumpy Cat. Only so far he's not done anything.’
‘Oh dear.’
‘I'm not telling you how many subscribers I have or what my channel’s called but I wouldn’t worry about me being a threat at the moment. I'm working on it though. Do you think there's an equivalent of catnip for hamsters?'
I shrug. 'Dunno. Anyway, how was your weekend?'
'Okay. Drank too much as usual.’
She puts a magazine on the shelf and hands me some to do the same. ‘I'm getting bored going out with my mates now, you know. Feeling like shit every Sunday morning. I'm twenty-five. I need to grow up. Christ, pass me that Knitting Monthly so I can subscribe. I’m old. What about you? What did you do?'
'Same. As in I went out with the lads and played Pool. Had a few beers, but got a lie in on Sunday so was fine by the time I woke up.'
She pauses, magazine in hand. 'Don't you get bored with the same old, same old? Wish for a bit more in your life?'
'Nah. I enjoy myself.'
Lindsay turns away from me sighing. 'Well, I'd best get on. See you at lunch.'
'It's a date,' I say.
‘What?’ She frowns.
'You know what I mean,' I reply.
'I sure do.' She walks off.
God, she's moody lately.
'So just record me as I'm speaking okay? That's all I want.'
'Fine. Hurry up. It’s cold.'
We stand outside one of the gaming stores. Lindsay records me as I talk about the latest games. This way I can point to the merch in the window and chat about it. It'll make a better visual than me in my bedroom.
'Right. Just a bit of footage of me walking around the centre now and I can edit it in.'
Lindsay dutifully follows me. As I walk backwards, talking to the camera, I fail to see the placard saying Jesus Protect us All. I topple back, arse over tit over the board. It collapses with a clatter.
I get up and rush away, explaining hurriedly to the man whose board it is that I'm absolutely fine, and no it wasn’t a divine message to be more careful.
'Erase that,' I tell Lindsay.
'Already done,' she informs me. 'I didn't think you'd want your fans seeing that on your channel.'
'You're a star.' I check behind me to see the view is clear. 'Now just record a little more and I'll treat you to a sausage roll.'
She puts a hand on her heart. 'My God, you spoil me. A girl could get used to this, you know.'
'Ha ha. Now start recording.'
Now I'm full time I have to make my next bank appointment for Thursday morning. It's my Saturday to work, so this and Sunday are my days off this week. I'm missing my days off at home but the thought of the extra money I'll earn to spend on gaming equipment and taking Jennifer on dates is more than making up for it. Anyway, I’d only be doing more housework, knowing my mother. She’s trying to get me to do the once a year jobs now she thinks I’ll be leaving soon. I’ve no intention of taking all the curtains down to wash and iron.
As I walk
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