SMS. 7.22. Any chance of a haircut? – christian
SMS. 8.36. Call me at the shop after 10am on 9xxx xxxx
– D
It's amazing how precious we – read I –
can get, when I didn't think I was precious at all. Panda saw me writing at the
cafe we both have lunch at sometimes and asked me what I was doing. I said I
was writing a TV series – will fill you in next Wednesday (are we still on?)
but it's not nearly as exciting as it sounds – and did she have any ideas. She
said "Do you want a collaborator, remember my specialty is dialogue."
The hairs on my neck bristled –
fractionally – if you hadn't been standing close you wouldn't have noticed –
from behind, I guess – a place reserved for very special boys, or very naughty
ones – as I thought, that's my specialty, get your own. And we don't need two
dialogue experts on one project. Besides, I already have a collaborator.
Silly, hey? The things you think.
christian
Ahh – you make me laugh young man. Of course we're still on...will firm up time
and place a little bit closer to the date.
PS: I didn't know Panda specialised in
dialogue
Kym
SMS.13.34. (Tom) Mark says you’re a cunt for not
inviting him to your birthday – christian
SMS. 17.59. Hey Poppit. I am having dinner & maybe
a movie with Jacob and Loulou 2nite yr welcome 2 join us? X – Aby
Mornin dear fletchy… Lubbly Lubbly day ay….
Mark
It’s hot! Ay! I did a little shopping on my way
home to get Tom a birfdy pressy. The city is chaos, idiots all over the place,
like too much jam spread on toast (Well, the collective IQ of) – not a vacant
piece of toast…er…um…footpath any where. But now I’m home. Lovely! Lovely! With
my fan, swish, swish. Off to Smith Street for a bite with Aby and Jacob. Then it’s
of to the Laird to see Lauri, maybe, if I can be bothered. Or it’s off to bed
for zzzzzzz. I know which I’d prefer. Leaning toward zzzz, let me tell ya.
christian
(Josh)
Ahem!
Christian
I went to the Napier
with Aby and Jacob and at dinner. Jacob went to Revolver afterwards and then he
is going to Jakarta tomorrow with his father for a holiday.
Aby and I cruised
down to the video shop and got vids. It was a beautiful night. Tom sms’s as we
were wandering along Smith Street to the bottle shop to buy cigs.
SMS. 22.25. That’s a bit harsh. Looks like I am cancelling anyway. Too sick. Will let you know tomorrow – Tom
SMS. 22.28. Pussy! I got drugs! – christian
Tom called a few
minutes later. Aby and I laughed about him calling immediately after I
mentioned drugs. But he was in no mood to be toyed with. Not happy, let me tell
you. With all the major sickness that Tom has had, I think that when he gets
sick, even with something minor like a cold or the flu, it freaks him out just
a bit. I think it takes him back there.
Aby and I went home
and started watching a video. I fell asleep, natch. And I was supposed to go to
the Laird to see Lauri.
SMS. 3.38. (Lauri) Got home and fell asleep on the
couch, just woke up. Oops! – christian
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