July 7th | St LaCroix | 1997
I enjoyed Jitters AA meeting today and a fag asked
me for my number.No seriously This was a real fagg-gottzi.
He said he loved what I had to say. I gave him my number with the
proviso that I don’t take it up the arse. I got some photos back of
general St LaCroix goings on and Irish funereal activities.
There‘s a couple of great ones of pete and Brendan pissed out of
their minds. Brendan’s head is definitely balding. I’m happy to say.
BNV wittering on about shooting Missile and or Night Guard.
Yeah yeah I hope my face doesn’t show how much I couldn’t give
a shit.It would be great to get Missile. If that was all I did this year
then that would be enough. A young student came to see me with
his book. It wasn’t very good but I tried to be gentle with him. I must
say I enjoyed it. I hadn’t expected to. He kind of reminded me of
myself sitting there listening to someone going on about his work.
I’d like to do more of it, especially when they’re not good it
makes me feel so talented.
A bloke who’s been giving me lip at various times since I been
there at work came ito the toilet as I was having a piss. Standing at
the urinal beside me he says
’Do you have these in England?”
he was referring to the little flushers on the urinals
Looking down at his midriff and delibereately misunderstanding him I said,
‘Penises? Yes we do, but they’re much bigger”
There was only the sound of my pissing.
“Remind me not to set you up like that again “ he says.
He looked totally crushed.
July 8ish | 1997| St LaCcroix
Today I signed more papers than I thought possible.
Big important sheets of paper just kept coming.
It was like a parody.
Sheet after sheet.
I just kept signing.I adopted the attitude of well…who cares.
I shouldn’t even have all this money in the first place.
Bruce sat in front of me and asked if I’d like to work
with him on the new M3 launch. I reacted well I hope.
I went to the men’s AA meeting which I enjoyed and I then
got a lift with Jason Adam Doug and Levi. Where to?
To my new house.That's where
And just as we were all looking around the lady from next
door pulls up in her car as the boys are rummaging around
in the garden and one of them is actually rootng in the bin bags.
She ask one of them if he’s
the owner and they sayno he’s inside I’m inside looking out
watching this through a wince.I'm mortified. I go out and
intoduce myself and the bitch thinks I‘m English. I say
"No, I’m Irish"
Beautiful house. Very big. I’m going to love it. Also more importantly
I was able to fit into my brown jeans with space to spare.
me for my number.No seriously This was a real fagg-gottzi.
He said he loved what I had to say. I gave him my number with the
proviso that I don’t take it up the arse. I got some photos back of
general St LaCroix goings on and Irish funereal activities.
There‘s a couple of great ones of pete and Brendan pissed out of
their minds. Brendan’s head is definitely balding. I’m happy to say.
BNV wittering on about shooting Missile and or Night Guard.
Yeah yeah I hope my face doesn’t show how much I couldn’t give
a shit.It would be great to get Missile. If that was all I did this year
then that would be enough. A young student came to see me with
his book. It wasn’t very good but I tried to be gentle with him. I must
say I enjoyed it. I hadn’t expected to. He kind of reminded me of
myself sitting there listening to someone going on about his work.
I’d like to do more of it, especially when they’re not good it
makes me feel so talented.
A bloke who’s been giving me lip at various times since I been
there at work came ito the toilet as I was having a piss. Standing at
the urinal beside me he says
’Do you have these in England?”
he was referring to the little flushers on the urinals
Looking down at his midriff and delibereately misunderstanding him I said,
‘Penises? Yes we do, but they’re much bigger”
There was only the sound of my pissing.
“Remind me not to set you up like that again “ he says.
He looked totally crushed.
July 8ish | 1997| St LaCcroix
Today I signed more papers than I thought possible.
Big important sheets of paper just kept coming.
It was like a parody.
Sheet after sheet.
I just kept signing.I adopted the attitude of well…who cares.
I shouldn’t even have all this money in the first place.
Bruce sat in front of me and asked if I’d like to work
with him on the new M3 launch. I reacted well I hope.
I went to the men’s AA meeting which I enjoyed and I then
got a lift with Jason Adam Doug and Levi. Where to?
To my new house.That's where
And just as we were all looking around the lady from next
door pulls up in her car as the boys are rummaging around
in the garden and one of them is actually rootng in the bin bags.
She ask one of them if he’s
the owner and they sayno he’s inside I’m inside looking out
watching this through a wince.I'm mortified. I go out and
intoduce myself and the bitch thinks I‘m English. I say
"No, I’m Irish"
Beautiful house. Very big. I’m going to love it. Also more importantly
I was able to fit into my brown jeans with space to spare.
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