May 15 (saturday): I wake up with a fucking terrible headache, I guess a hangover. Except this ain't like a hangover headache, it pangs and I don't think I'm going to be sick. I wake quite early and want to make moves. However Stevo is on my sofa and not moving. I really want to go, I want to go to Colin's and get my shite hair cut and straightened out. It doesn't happen. Time passes and soon it is eleven and Colin will now be thinking about closing up shop for the day. I grump, instead watching the Black Books 2 DVD and holding my head. I really like Black Books, Dylan Moran is a god in my eyes mainly for How Do You Want Me? one of the best BBC comedy dramas this century. I'm harping on. Eventually Stevo gets up and takes a piss. He returns to his heap and I hear my living room TV get switched on. Cunt! Now time is pushing 11.30 and in order to get to my parents to watch their Sky and Ipswich v West Ham on it I need to leave now! I get up and dress and go into my living room to find him watching his Nurses In Heat porno and laughing at it. Officially I am fucked off and equally fucking scared. Subtly I begin tidying up the flat around him as I seem unable (too polite) to tell him to get the fuck out (strangely B never had trouble telling me to do that back in the day).

Eventually he goes and I get to go home to the olds. Ipswich beat West Ham 1-0 but they still fucking suck. I stick around and hang with the olds. I chuck a load of my old stuff on Ebay (inlcuding old Gringo Records CDs I have found) as part of my latest detox, especially now that Atkins has gone tits up. Still, people tell me how I have lost weight (which is bollocks it seems to me). on Sky they show Man Utd and Arsenal, couldn't care less about either but I do fear for Millwall against Man Utd next saturday.

I hang with Snowy, watch Malcolm In The Middle, eat pizza and act like I never grew up or left home, like my friends I am Peter Pan. I leave early evening, primarily to get home to watch Eurovision (sad sad sad). Tonight I should have been going to a gig (Dead Rat Orchestra) or to the cineman (Van Helsing) but instead I mack the best summer evening of 2004 so far and watch Eurovision. As competition BBC2 show Fight Club which I fancy much more but as soon as it comes on I fall asleep. Life in the fast lane.

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