..recompense15:06 Jul 17 2008
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..The benefit people in Birkenhead did my head in last week, goodstyle.
So I'm pleased that Tuesday and Wednesday went as they did, I needed it.
On Tuesday, after a brief sojourn at Simon’s I had got to Mandy’s eventually. There was Steve, her husband out in the front, building; inside the house, not just Mandy, but also my friends Pete and Vicky, who I don’t get to see as often as I’d like.
As the wine flowed, the conversation was good; and I had taken a picture of her red and white painted high heels, to be worn with pantaloons and bustier, for a fancy-dress party; and a well cool of rocker boots.
When I left there, I’d known I was running late and although I’d been offered a bed for the night, I wouldn’t, or couldn’t take her up on it.
So, I’d called back at Simon’s, picked up a bit of green then toddled off home.
The walk could have been worse, I was well wired by that point. Simon had lent me taxi money, to get from Wallasey to Birkenhead. Unfortunately, I missed the last train to Brombrough by about one minute.
As it was though, I’d had to walk from Birkenhead. It had taken about two hours, I think and boy, did I eaten when I’d got home.
But, pleasant as the evening was, I had to go. My duvet called. This is the very same duvet that has me walk from Wallasey to Bromborough to find it.
The invite had been to see Mandy on the Tuesday evening. Mandy, the Lady who taught me to hug again; the Lady who gave me the Sony Cybershot, knowing how important imagery is to me, whose friendship means so much to me.
Come Wednesday I was travelling again and put pen to paper.
“Is the Landlord on?” I’d asked young, blonde barmaid, in the Bridge Inn, in the middle of Port Sunlight village.
“Yes,” she replied, going to get a glass.
“No, just a half please,” I quickly responded.
Then, with a smile, I said to her: “They really should change the names of some of these real beers.”
Real beer does get given some really strange names and that subject led to us talking of the Ship ‘n Mitre, in Liverpool, a pub with the best menu of guest beers I’ve ever seen. And, as I drank my half, after my walk from the benefit office, to an appointment that’s actually for Thursday, we got rambling, as you do.
And. It’s a sunny blue-sky, fluffy day. So I don’t mind the travelling, even though my feet ache, a bit.
When I got off at Birkenhead, I resisted the urge to go to The Fireman’s for a whiskey, but instead chose to cut through the precinct, near Beatties.
Well, on the way I noticed that my friend who owns the headshop Beyond, was working. So, I called in.
We chatted and watched the girls go by, as you do. He had mentioned my ex had been in ‘the other week’, then said “and she was with the other one”.
He was my replacement, a user and abuser of substances.
I figure she’s his co-addict. But, I digress.
I not glory in the fact that according to Nick, “She’s now showing her age.”
And, as I observed to him later, “that’s interesting.”
I’d then put my hand to my chest.
“My heart rate didn’t increase whatsoever, when you said that.”
That itself had been my cause to smile for quite awhile, as we continued to chat.
Then a Lady had turned up, from my past of twenty, twenty-five years ago.
And, she was a prime-example of divorce being good for you.
She told me that when I’d known her she was 3-4 stone heavier, her hair was longer and as it transpires we knew many of the same crew: and, that there seemed a distinct chance that we ‘made it’ together.’
That kept my smile on my face even longer, as I continued travelling to Wallasey, to pay of my debts, from yesterday’s pleasures.
Yet another pleasant evening had been had, during which we watched ‘War of The Worlds’ and ‘The Matrix’.
Better still, this time I’d made sure I caught the last bus home.
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