mardi 21 octobre 2008

The singer - Part IV

The Christmas holidays passed fairly quickly, and on the 30th I headed back ‘home’ to university. Classes didn’t start for ages yet, but I’d arranged to spend New Year’s Eve in town with some friends.

I got back to my student house and opened my mailbox. There was a note from K inside.

“Don’t know when you are getting back to town, I’m here already. I’m bored and depressed after the usual family rubbish. Come over when you get back.”

Well, I kind of ignored the note – the mailbox had given me plenty of other things to worry about – phone bill, electricity bill, library book reminders, new timetable for school…not what a boy wants to come home to.

That evening, with my housemates still at their respective familial homes, I lay on my bed and watched crappy TV. I had a beer or four. I ordered a pizza and ate that. I was asleep before the News at Ten. The doorbell woke me up. It was K. But then you knew that it would be, didn’t you?

“Let’s go get last orders”. He said. The pub was at the end of the street, fifty metres from my house. I agreed.

Apparently K had downed a couple of beers, then walked the streets looking for a light switched on in a friendly house. Mine had been the first one he’d seen. At least, this is what he told me.

At the pub, we had a couple of beers and chatted. Neither of us mentioned the pre-Christmas weirdness. We headed back to mine, so that we could share a joint or two, nothing unusual in that – it was something we’d done before. I made us tea and we ate digestive biscuits while smoking some very fine hash. It was a very English scene.

“Can I stay here?” he said. In the absence of a sofa, or a comfortable chair in the house, we were lying on the bed, and were listening to Oasis.

“Sure”, said I. “But there’s only here”, I said, meaning my bed. “Everyone else is away and their rooms are locked”.

“That’s what I was hoping”, he said.

While he was in the bathroom I quickly undressed, modestly, to my t-shirt and shorts. I got into bed. He came back in the room. He undressed. He did this without looking at me. He knew that this would mean that I could watch, which I did, with pleasure. Unlike me, he wasn’t overly modest.

Naked, he climbed into bed next to me.

“I hope that you aren’t planning on keeping those on for very long”, he said, and he tugged at my shorts. The night passed too quickly. Neither of us got much sleep.

The next day, he headed back to his place to change. We arranged to meet for drinks before I went off to see the New Year in with some other friends.

To my surprise, he turned up at 8 o’clock as promised. Equally to my surprise, he wasn’t alone.

“I haven’t seen you in ages! How was your Christmas?” said Jenny, his beautiful, intelligent, lusted-after-by-all-straight-men girlfriend as they sat down with their drinks.

“It was, erm, unexpectedly interesting” I said, looking at K, who was looking devotedly at Jenny.

“That’s good” she said, “Did Santa send you that hot guy you’ve been asking him for?”

“He did” I replied. “But it seems I unwrapped someone else’s gift by mistake.”

27 commentaires:

Stew a dit…

oh shit ....

Dumdad a dit…

Hi,

Thanks for visiting my blog. I've just popped in to have a look around yours.

Oh, and happy blogoversary! One year. I've blogged for about a year and a half (not quite an old hand like some but no longer a new boy). Your comments on blogging are similar to my views.

My wife encouraged me to blog but I thought it wouldn't go anywhere - which is probably why I allowed my son to come up with such a dumb name for me: now I'm stuck with it!

Anyway, I'll be back....

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Hi stew...oh yes, oh shit. I'd like to say it gets better....

And hey Dumdad...I'd have a word with that son of yours if I was you! But seriously, welcome, come back again.

alan a dit…

yikes! :-|

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Alan, yikes indeed!

Daryl a dit…

Brilliant. Where are those snappy retorts when I need them ...

:-Daryl

Louise a dit…

Ditto Daryl.

OK, here's how bad this is. I have 5000 things to do this week. Honestly it's one of the worst weeks I've encountered to date. I have 686 things in my Reader (down from 1356, but obviously I've not even LOOKED at some blogs I missed while being gone). I sat down at the computer to do some work. The thought nagged me. "I wonder if TBNIL has a new post up?" I pushed it aside. Finally I couldn't stand it and here I am.

I know it doesn't get any better, but I have to wonder if it gets any weirder? Apparently men (no sweeping generalizations here--I have a nice man) can be complete and utter jerks no matter what their persuasions. I'm just wondering what K's persuasion is/was/whatever.

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Darryl and Louise, neither of you girls can kid me that you don't have a snappy retort in your arsenal...I mean, really, who are we kidding?

And it does get weirder. Much weirder, in my opinion....

travelling, but not in love a dit…

And Louise, thanks for your assiduity in the face of adversity...I like that expression, I'm trademarking it!

Breezy a dit…

This is going to be dark isn't it?

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Breezy, oh yes. It gets darker before it gets lighter....

Lane a dit…

Oh cripes. This is a tangled web and someone's going to get hurt. Very hurt I think:-(

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Lane - do you mean physically hurt? It's a possibility...

Stew a dit…

I don't like getting all militant, but can you all have alook at my blogpost about a nasty lady advocating blowing up schools because they declare themselves as "gay friendly".

Maybe y'all could go to her blog and flag google for hate speech

Ta

Stew a dit…

Shit, I forgot the url...

http://2000lies.blogspot.com/2008/10/hate-speech.html

Louise a dit…

If I ever hear that expression again, I'll for sure remember to tell them YOU trademarked it and ask if whoever used it had written permission to use it.

(You can tell I'm still at it.)

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Stew, I went there, I read it, I flagged it and I hate to get out of there as quickly as possible.

Hateful woman. How does she think that this is the behaviour of a good christian? Vile and evil.

Thanks for sharing it.

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Louise, I'd love to know if you hear it again!

Daisy a dit…

Ooohh, the plot is thick, this is a proper yarn, just how I like them. I'm thinking it won't turn out all that well seeing as it's very much in the past, but I'm still on tenterhooks... If nothing else he has given you great material!

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Daisy the material is great, I guess, but the final parts (V and VI) have been hard to write...

Swearing Mother a dit…

Uh-oh, sounds like trouble.

A Lewis a dit…

Oops. Hehehe. I love that. Hey, everybody needs it now and then.

Mike a dit…

OMFG!!!!

12ontheinside a dit…

Great comeback. I would have no doubt only thought if that witty reply on the way home afterwards.
So... then what happened??

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Lewis, ain't that the truth!

Mike, I know!

12....wait and see...all will be revealed...

Valleys Mam a dit…

Oh cripes or cachi bant even, and this in trefuniland
Was it near the pink shop.
seriously, are you stepping off the real world with this one ,it feels dangerous

travelling, but not in love a dit…

VM - 'twas in Cardiff, not Ponty...I'd moved up a gear by this point...