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Friday, 26 May 1989

Fields of the Nephilim, UEA, 26th May 1989


ABOUT 10am at Jonny Badcock’s house.

 

‘Lady Marian’ – Clannad



 

Oh no!  YIKES!  I am hung over.  And I’m off out again tonight.  Well, if I get in touch with Ash soon enough.  Which is very doubtful.

 

What an F.A.B. week it’s been, eh, readers?

 

Later:

 

Oh yeah, it’s Friday and we still don’t know what Kenneth was going on about regarding Larry.

 

Later:

 

To find out where Ritcherd went today and who Ash got off with, see my forthcoming entry!

 

Later:

 

‘Big Love’ – Fleetwood Mac



 

Okay, recapping.

 

My day began at LA’s nite club, in the wee small hours, where I got absolutely plastered.  Pissed out of my fucking head. 

 

I danced with Kat, chatted with Gemma and Jamie for a bit and then I got chatting with Donna and Simon, noting to them both that I had found his performance as Frank’n’Furter rather sexy.  He attempted to embarrass me by nibbling at my ears in front of everyone (felt gorgeous).  I did want to ‘retaliate’ by kissing him, but it wasn’t just ROCKY people in the club, there were some local ‘lads’ and I really didn’t fancy the idea of either of us being queer-bashed (there’s a bit of it going on just lately) for the sake of a bit of fun.

 

This led to me talking very drunkenly to Jamie Davenport about certain experiences I’d had as a kid and how that led to lots of gender orientation questions in my early teens.  Jamie’s a nice guy.  But I just ended up being a right camp sod all nite.  I bet people were getting annoyed with me.  I flirted with everyone, men and women, telling them I had an ‘ambiguous sexuality’ and that when it comes down to it, I have the potential to be an ‘everybody’s man’.  I am a silly sod when I drink.

 

There were some odd sights there, though.  Marita getting off with Darren; Jolene looking dead bored with her boyfriend; Nigel Cameron getting off with anybody; the band removing Jodie Ratcliffe’s bra; Sarah Baker getting off with Solomon Brown – SHOX ‘N’ ORRORS!

 

For some reason, dunno why, Jonny decided he’d also like to stay at Sally’s, so I said ‘Okay, we will…’  I confessed to him what happened last nite and he said he totally got it.  He said he doesn’t especially fancy her, but has often thought of ‘doing rudies’ with her.  He also said he feels like he fancies a new girl every day, these days.  It’s Charley at the moment.  Now more than ever.  Jonny seems more and more like a Gemini all the time!  He’s a good friend.  A very good friend.

 

Flash's Brock Cock

 

At Sally’s, he and I slept in Sally’s bed with Sally, and Kat and Shelley slept on the floor.  Sharon vomited in a carrier bag and threw it out into the street below, which was hilarious.  She slept in Double D’s room with Jodie who kept getting her tits out.

 

‘Ecstasy of Gold’ – Ennio Morricone



 

This morning, after some sleep, Jonny and I went to his for breakfast.

 

On TV-AM was first ever Doctor Who producer, Verity Lambert, and despite the fact that she’s just made a film with Meryl Streep, it’s nice to hear her say she regards DOCTOR WHO as her favourite product.

 

After breakfast, we went into Tech where I spent a little time with Emma before returning home on the ten past twelve bus.

 

OOOH!

WHATEVER HAPPENED NEXT?!

 

Later:

 

‘Fish’ – Throwing Muses



 

Wondering what happened tonight?

 

Well, it was definitely a JEZ weekend.  And once back at BLACKBERRY NARROW, I put on all my belts, my awful waistcoat, my sleeveless t-shirt, my leggings, my trousers, my woolly sox and my Docs.

 

Then I packed my rucksack with pop, Kit-Kats, mints and my sleeping bag.  Put on my leather and went to SARAH’S CAFÉ where I met up with Legs and Ash.  We then hopped on a 794 bus to NORWICH.

 

I did, of course, make it very clear to my mates that this visit to NORWICH did in fact bother me, due to all the controversies of last summer, the ‘difficulties’.  In all honesty, I was hoping to avoid three people: a) Jim who runs the punk discos (because he was a mate of Willock) b) Jim’s girlfriend Lindsey (a friend of Kat) and c) Jason ‘Greasy Joe’ Hertford who is a complete pain in the arse (and backed Willock all the way at Belinda’s ‘machete party’ last summer).  They were the ones I felt were most likely to hassle me over last summer’s KAT SITUATION.

 

On the bus, I was impressed that this was to be quite a magickal weekend.  Legs + Ash are like an old couple who’ve been married for 70 years and have hated every minute of it.  Ash goes on about Legs’ constant moaning, and Legs acts as if he’s about six (‘My dad can fight your dad’ type of thing).  So it’s great when Ash gets going and we all take the piss out of Legs.  HE HATES IT.  WE LOVE IT.  It’s all harmless, though.  If it weren’t we’d be cruel and horrible at other things (Legs has a skin disorder, did you know?) and I’m not going to go that low.  It’s just banter.  They’re great boys.

 

THEN the bus arrived at NORWICH, time approx. 5.30pm, and we went to HERO’S (the place William once robbed) across from THE BELL for chicken nuggets and chips, and then, to a pub called The Plough for a pint before our TAXI arrived. 

 

BUT FOR WHERE?

 

FIND OUT SOON!

 

Later:

 

‘Sweet Child O’ Mine’ – Guns ‘n’ Roses



 

Indeed.

 

Where was that TAXI taking the three lads to when it departed The Plough?

 

It took them to the University of East Anglia.  Once arrived, the lads observed that the place was full of (mainly) teeny-goths, and then proceeded to the Student Bar to get very pissed.

 

I don’t deny it.  We got willied, and this was to be a nite of booze + music.

 

Now, in the bar, I spent five minutes, head bowed low as in walked two of the people I wanted to avoid – Jim and Lindsey!  Eventually, though, I got bored of watching my step.  This’ll happen when large amounts of export lager trundle down your gullet.  Jim and Lindsey didn’t even notice me anyway.

 

But then he did.  He had to really, didn’t he?  Well, it wasn’t me he noticed at first, it was Legs.  I was just part and parcel of his whole recognition thing.  So there he was: Jason ‘Greasy Joe’ Hertford.  And I just couldn’t be arsed.  Mind you, in a real turnabout, he was ever-so friendly – very open, actually, and after about two minutes, he’d gone.  Me and the boys laughed and then went back up to the Common Room, bought tickets + got into ‘the gig’.  Then the proper bar opened, WAHOO!

 

FOR MORE, SEE ME SOON…

 

Later:

 

‘Preacher Man’ – Fields of the Nephilim



 

Once inside the gig, Ash got talking to some Goth bloke for five minutes and Legs got talking to a girl called Sue from Scunthorpe, whom he eventually ‘got off’ with.

 

As I plodded about, I saw Libby from King’s Lynn and then talked at length with ‘Greasy Joe’ before bumping into old friend Jo Jordan who’s still ever-so nice.

 

Then I thought ‘sod it’ and decided to go and talk to Jim and Lindsey who actually seemed REALLY pleased to see me.  Leslie’s dead GOFFIC now and I’m sure that’ll shock Kat.  Jim’s still a really nice bloke + no one even mentioned the Kat/Willock thing.  So I was quite chuffed.

 

Then the support band came on + me ‘n’ Ash got down and grooved, crying cries of ‘ROCK ‘N’ ROLL, INNIT?’ as usual.  The support band were brilliant – but I’ve forgotten what they were called – and we really enjoyed it.  They were quite Heavy Metal, actually.  DEAD GOOD.

 

Then, in swirls of dry ice, etc (or were they clouds of flour?), on came one of the bands I used to call ‘favourite’:

 


 

…and they were quite good.  But I didn’t notice them too much.  I was too busy with the newly-arrived Mooney and Doody, yapping away and looking at all the girls.  Eventually, Mooney and I went into the crowd and slammed and moshed.  At one point, I piled in with Ash on my shoulders and it was hilarious, especially as the crowd begin to really squash me and Ash slid off sideways, but with one of his legs still wrapped around my choking neck.  I was thinking, ‘Oh my god, we’re both dead.’  But luckily we survived.

 

Mooney and I got together again and launched ourselves into the slamming crowd, joining in with vigour; which was good, as I ended up with a massive space around me ‘cos people were avoiding me.  Later, I noticed a huge crowd of shirtless, dead violent moshers; pissed out of my head, I jumped straight into the throng – and found myself thriving and surviving.  But shortly, as they decided to give me jyp, crowding on me a fair bit, I thought it might be best to knock one down.  So I did. 

 

Moving into another part of the crowd, I decided it might be a good idea to give up the moshing and just jig a bit, unless someone severely knocked into me or something.  But then some HUGE bloke decided he would and we tussled a bit in our groovy ‘dance’, until I knocked him to the ground too and watched him disappear beneath the slamming crowd.  Then I noticed Ash was being squashed somewhat and found myself slamming a huge section of the crowd back to get him out.  Ash and the girl he is now definitely entangled with, that is.  What girl?  Jo Jordan!  What an uncanny turn-up.

 

Anyway, as for The Neph, their best tracks were ‘Slowkill’, ‘Blue Water’, ‘Preacher Man’ and, most of all, the fantastic ‘Preacher Man’.

 

As the gig finished, who did I bump into?  Simon Nightingale!  He’d been on his own all nite, which struck me as a bit sad, as he could have joined us.  Never mind.  Oh aye, he’s coming to Tech next year, DEFINITELY, which is good.

 

Anyhow, me ‘n’ Mooney were waiting for Ash, Doody and Legs, and then Greasy Joe came along and started asking for cash.  I said fuck off, and so did Mooney, laying a hand on his shoulder.  Greasy Joe decided to be a TWAT then and said to Mooney (in a ‘I’m hard’ voice), ‘DON’T TOUCH ME … DON’T TOUCH ME…’  This was like a red flag to me, so I put my hand on his shoulder as well.  He got snotty with me then, but backed down. 

 

‘ASSHOLE!’

 

‘Gordon’s Gin’ – The Human League



 

Eventually, ‘The Posse’ re-formed (me, Mooney, Ash, Doody, Legs, and Sue with her friends Carl and Chris).  We all went on the bus, constantly taking the piss – quite hellishly – out of Greasy Joe.

 

We then went to Pizza Hut and ate + ate.  Unfortunately, Doody was frighteningly pissed and he ended up breaking a lamp, and kicking a chair over.  When he threw parmesan + herbs all over me (and my food), I was less than chuffed so I punched him in the side of the head.  To which he was left both unamused and somewhat stunned.  Well.  I’m not going to stand for that sort of carry-on, I’m sorry.

 

At the end of it all, we all went to pay the bill (individually) and Doody sneaked out without paying, which could have caused us a lot of trouble, but luckily it didn’t.

 

A little later, Doody + Mooney got a taxi to Doody’s car (parked at the UEA) in which they intended to sleep the nite.  As for us lot, we all wandered around looking for a place to kip down in our sleeping bags.  As we did, Carl told me that he, Chris + Sue were following the entire Neph tour and had to be in Leeds tomorrow evening, and Glasgow after that.

 

Anyway, the six of us eventually kipped down in a car park ‘foyer’, and – despite the cold – my sleeping bag was gorgeously warm.

 





 

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Next time: ‘The Future…’

Thursday, 26 May 1988

Time Was, Time Is


My No.1: ‘Happy Birthday Pigface Christus’ – Current 93


Noggin

 

‘PLEASE EXCUSE THE BAD WRITING, INCOHERENT SCRAWLS, ETC.  IT ALL MEANS I’M FALLING IN LOVE, NO, I’VE FALLEN IN LOVE.

 

JEZ, PLEASE COME SOON.  I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO, NOW.

 

I’M SITTING HERE WEARING YOUR SHIRT – IT’S THE ONLY PART OF YOU CLOSE ENOUGH TO HOLD.

 

HARRY IS SITTING ON MY FLOOR, DREAMING OF LUCY – I THINK HE’S MISSING HER AS MUCH AS I’M MISSING YOU. 

 

I LOVE YOU – I CAN’T SAY ANY MORE, REALLY.  I’D DO ANYTHING FOR YOU, HOWEVER CLICHÉ THIS ALL SOUNDS.  OH JEZ, PLEASE WRITE/PHONE/COME HERE TO STAY.

 

WHEN STAN REALISED MY FEELINGS FOR YOU, HE STARTED BEING NICE TO ME + HE EVEN SUGGESTED ME + HIM GOT BACK TOGETHER – NO WAY!  I DON’T THINK I EVEN HAD THE FEELINGS TOWARDS HIM THAT I HAVE FOR YOU.  IF SUNDAY WAS JUST SPITE OR MEANT NOTHING TO YOU, THEN YOU’RE PROBABLY LAUGHING AT ALL THIS + WONDERING HOW TO GET RID OF ME.  GOD, I HOPE THAT’S NOT TRUE.  I’M PRAYING THAT IT ALL MEANS SOMETHING TO YOU.

 

PLEASE WRITE,

I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH,

 

Belinda

X’

 

Belinda… No, it wasn’t spite.  I felt close to you and compelled to be with you that night.  I only hope it’s not too late for me to ring you at work tomorrow and tell you I’m coming to see you on Saturday.  I can’t believe you feel so much.  I actually thought you probably hated me last year.  It was the way you used to look at me and watch me.  I was clearly reading that entirely incorrectly.  And I thought I was acting a real dickhead on Sunday.  I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU!

 

As for Suzi  Well, I got upset on Tuesday night that she and I may never speak again.  But I think that’s the end of it for us.

 

Natalia, I’ll pop in and see you on Saturday morning.

 

DRAMA PRACTICLE HEXAM TOMORROW!

YEEEEUUURGHHH!!!

 

It’ll be fine.  Please, my Gods.  Please.

 

I went for a beautiful walk with my PS tonite (I listened to ‘Call Me’ by Throwing Muses, ‘The Age Of Elegance’ by Ron Grainer, ‘Song To The Siren’ by This Mortal Coil, ‘The Crystal Ship’ by The Doors, ‘Happy Birthday Pigface Christus’ by Current 93, oh, and ‘Dance Of Death’ by The Venomettes).  It was beautiful outside – warm.  The grass was wet and twilight had set in.  An orange blaze lit the horizon, along with the nearly full moon.  The trees were beautiful silhouettes and a solitary star sparkled above.  As a bird of prey flew by, I felt a tingle of pleasure in my bones.  The road upon which I live, and our village, can be very beautiful. 

 

Goodnite.

 

AAH!  I JUST REMEMBERED –

AT ‘THE PARTY’, I

NECKED WITH JASON HERTFORD!

WOOOO!

 

[See the future, Kat


– Ritcherd Winterfood, June 16th 1988]

 

 




 

[Images subject to control of individual Copyright Holders including works originated by Elton Townend Jones, but excluding any images or design attributed to ‘The Situation’ which are copyright of The Situation (see specific acknowledgements in the ‘Thanks to…’section below) / ‘Berwin Groomstool’ is an iteration of the Situation character‘William Whicker’ and falls under joint copyright of Elton Townend Jones and Waen Shepherd / Based on true events and designed as a study of parochial British cultural and emotional life in the late 20th century, this blog is a work of fiction – cultural icons excluded, all characters and incidents featured are entirely fictional / This blog is non-profit; all video clips are used for illustrative purposes and always come from YouTube / No copyright infringement is intended – just trying to get things into context. Never forget: no man is an island. If you think anything I’ve used is damaging you in any way, please comment and immediate action will be taken to minimise offence / This notice was amended on 1 July 2012 and is intended to cover this and all posts on www.25yearstoolate.blogspot.com that precede it]

 

Next time: ‘At the end of the drama…’

Saturday, 21 May 1988

Belinda


10.35am.

REID VILLAS/EX-HEARTSEASE MENTAL HOME (Stan’s place).

 

‘Dark Cell’ – Fields Of The Nephilim



 

Necronogoth Screaming:

RESTING PLACE!’

 

LORD OF SULPHUR

KiLLS The ChRiSTiAN!

 

[COMING SOON:

FLASH’S DRAMATIC RETURN

TO

WISBECH SHOCK!’

– Future Winterfood]

 

ALL ABOUT WINTERFOOD’S BANDS IN 1988:

SUGARBLOOD FORMED (STAN + JEZ).

SUGARBLOOD PERFORM ‘LIVE’

(WITH SOME ORANGE PEOPLE IN THE LINE-UP).

URSULA ‘JOINS’.

MATT JOINS.

URSULA ‘LEAVES’.

VOID INDIGO JOINS.

PIECES OF EIGHT RECORDED.

MATT THROWN OUT.

MERGE WITH MORTAL DEATH.

SUGARBLOOD BECOMES RING OF ROSES.

MERGE DISSOLVED.

MERGE WITH DAN + ASH.

STAN LEAVES.

They all have sweaty bam.

 

 


‘Let’s cack!  Put on your red pants and shit down my throat!’

 

Oh no!  Flayhesh, don’t do me for copyright.  Oh please.  Noooo!

 

Suzi  Suzi…  Suzi…  Ooh, you’re alright, you are.  BUT…  BUT…  Oh Suzi…

 

This isn’t the close soul-mingling love for which I have forever yearned.  This is just… a ‘relationship’, and a bit of an immature one at that.  And my life, as I have constantly stated, revolves more or less solely around the search for that One True Person, the real love. 

 

You are not it.

 

But I know who would be if life were not so cruel.

 

So am I wasting time?  Should I just go out and try and get what I want?

 

NO. ‘LIFE’ WILL HAPPEN – AS IT ALWAYS HAS – AROUND ME.

 

Well, Stan’s about to put some GLJ on.  Erm.  Yes, well…  Ahem.

 

Berwin’s here.  Well, actually two Berwins are here; mine ‘n’ Stan’s.  Russ’s bringing his tonite.  And Sage’ll probably have hers with her.

 

Oh look.  My Berwin’s talking to Stan’s.

 

Berwin:                

heRe i am. 

Hey! 

It’s the fonz! 

LOOK ARt –

Here i am! 

I is a Syewper heRo –

Berwin Man!

 

Stan’s Berwin:    

FUCK Yaw Matey coz

The evil berwin is here

to kill yeaww!

 

Christ.  My Berwin’s just cacked on my dinner and run away!  FUCKING HECK!

 

Natalia, do we just sit back and let life happen?  What do you really want?  Do we want the same?  I think the answer is perhaps ‘yes’!  I would never force you into anything remotely ‘against’ Mark, though.  It’s not fair.  Well…  I dunno.  I’ll shut up.  But the thought of Europe, away from you…  IT IS YOU I shall miss most of all.  What will we achieve between now and when I leave in August?  I dare not predict.  But I shall miss you so much.  So beautifully shall I remember these ‘early’ days (I hope these are the ‘early’ days of our Love!  No, of course they are.  These ARE the early days.).  I love you oh-so much.  It’s quite sad, too.  I’ve never felt so much love, admiration, and respect.  I need to see you soon.  I can’t wait to read your letter.  You make me so vulnerable and tender.  I want to kiss you.  Just one kiss, if that’s how it must be.  I want you to feel that I love you.  It’s good.

 

Later:

 

‘O England, My Lionheart’ – Kate Bush



 

I got to NRWCH yesterday and met up with Suzi and Elf.  In The Bell (YAK!), Elf’s mates were started on by some Casuals.

 

As they all went to see The Sugar Cubes, I went to the Fez, where I met up with Stan.  He and Belinda had apparently finished, due to his lack of self-discipline, laziness and total disrespect and disregard for the home environment.

 

I sat, drank and finally talked to Alison, the Goth I’ve fancied for ages.  She’s still gorgeous.  I also talked to Stan’s new band members (they’re called DC Filthlovers and they’re playing live in late May 1988, alongside Gag Reflex, supporting THE FUZZ; tickets available from Backs Records), a guy called Kevin, and a girl called Kelly (who went on about Suzi being plastic until I put her straight).

 

Then Sage turned up to meet Stan.  I chatted to her.  Vaguely.  Then we all met Suzi from the Train Station.  She looked a bit pissed off. 

 

In my head I was saying, ‘SUZI, REMEMBER WHEN I SAID, “DON’T GO TO THE SUGAR CUBES, IT’LL BE SHIT…”’

 

‘How was it?’ I asked.

‘It was shit,’ she told me.

 

Suzi and I kissed a little, then I found myself arm-in-arm with Sage for a while, and Stan was arm-in-arm with Suzi.  We all went and sat by the side of the road, chatting.  Eventually, though, Sage said farewell to us all, kissing Stan and me.

 

The three of us then clambered up some grass hill and down the other side as a short cut to Stan’s place.

 

Later:

 

‘Black Flowers Please’ – Current 93



 

Last nite/this morning, Stan, Suzi ‘n’ me got back to Stan’s, where Stan and Belinda argued and it was decided that Stan would be moving into the spare room for a while.  During this period he would have to look for a new place and leave this place to her.

 

Suzi and I ‘slept’ on the living room floor and made love.  It was great, but following this, when I tried to sleep, she wouldn’t let me.  Kept me wake – talking.  I was really annoyed and exhausted.

 

This morning, things fell to bits with Suzi and I, when she decided she was going off to meet some blokes she’d met at The Sugar Cubes gig.  I didn’t want to go with her, obviously.  There was some ‘attraction’ innuendo in what she was saying about them, so I let her go off herself.  I was annoyed that she wanted to be with them rather than me.  It’s not like I can do anything about it, or tell her what to do, is it?  I told her I’d see her at TESCO’s at 5pm.  Was I wrong to respond in this way?  She was so distant with me, and I really didn’t want to go.  If I was going to spend any time with her, then I wanted us to be alone.

 

When Belinda went out, Stan and I went to the STUDIO CAFÉ to get some dope from Jason Hertford.  In there, we sat with Harry and me old Punk mate Lee, who’s great.

 

In NORWICH, I bought the ‘Happy Birthday Pigface Christus’ 12-inch by Current 93, who appear to have some sort of connection with Death In June.


 

Anyway, Lee, Stan and I got recklessly pissed in Norwich.  There, I saw Suzi, but she wouldn’t pass the time of day with me.  So I began to think, ‘ARE WE ACTUALLY GOING OUT WITH EACH OTHER, OR WHAT?’

 

We then went down to the park with Lindsey, Tom, Alex, Jim, Jenny, etc. 

 

It was good to ignore Nyall ‘n’ all.  Oh, Stan’s new band did their first gig alongside the (supposedly) crap new incarnation of FRANK BACON.

 

Then, as Stan set off back to the house on his own, Lee and I set off to find Suzi and Belinda.  When I finally saw Suzi again, there she was with Elf and two males.  I asked her if she was coming home with us.  No, she said.  But she said she’d be back later.  I smiled, but I was thinking, ‘Well this IS love, much.  Chuff off, Suzi!’

 

Lee and I met up with Belinda and went back to Belinda’s place for her ‘Farewell To Stan’ party.  As the other arrivals turned up, most of them piled into Stan’s room.  Belinda seemed really pissed off, so I sat in her room and chatted with her.  I felt really sorry for the way Stan had been treating her.  She was nice.

 

Then I began to drink more.  Belinda and I worked our way through Lager, Malibu + Coke, Bitter, Vodka + Orange, and Concorde.

 

‘Tainted Love/Where Did Our Love Go?’ – Soft Cell



 

Who came to the party?

Well, Suzi eventually turned up, but there was also (most prominently) Diana, Sage Edenkind, Leighton Holt, Naomi Bell, Alex Morgan, Sally, Russell Flowers, Julie, Jason Hertford, Harry, Lucy, and tonnes more.  It was like a Who’s Who of the Norwich ‘Goth’ ‘Scene’ over the last year.  The only person missing was Flash!  The place was packed.  And there was plenty of booze, dope + Liquid Gold.

 

I sat on Belinda’s bed (with tonnes of others), talking to Belinda.  Suzi sat on the floor, staring and scowling at me.  I was so fucked out of my head that I started being a sarcastic bitch to her.  She responded by getting steadily pissed + stoned. 

 

Sage kissed me and told me I was brilliant.  We ‘got off’ with each other.

 

Then Belinda put her arm around me.

 

Apparently, Suzi started singing along to Soft Cell’s ‘Where Did Our Love Go?’ at me.  I didn’t know this at the time, but someone told me later.  I think she must have stopped by the time Leighton sat next to her and started chatting her up.

 

They left the room together, but a short time later Leighton came back and told me she was all over him.  Surreally, he asked me if he could ‘get off’ with her.  I – what a git! – said ‘yes!’

 

So he did, and shortly afterwards, they disappeared.

 

Belinda then kissed me and we ‘got off’ with each other.  The party went on…

 

Soon, Leighton returned, asking if anyone had any condoms.  I looked all over the place for some (!), but there were none to be found. 

I said, ‘That’s okay, she’s on the pill.’

‘Is she?’ he asked, excitedly.  He then rushed down to his Beetle, where she was clearly semi-conscious over the dashboard.  They spoke for a minute or so.  To my horror, he then returned and said to me, ‘She’s not.’

 

I shat myself, there and then.

 

I went down to the car, where Suzi was clearly out of her head.  I asked her if she was on the pill.  She said, ‘No, I’m not on the pill.  Why?’

 

Angrily, I slammed the car door on her + helped Leighton pack her bags into the car.  He then drove her off.  And he was still gonna have sex with her.  He wasn’t fussed.

 




 

[Images subject to control of individual Copyright Holders including works originated by Elton Townend Jones, but excluding any images or design attributed to ‘The Situation’ which are copyright of The Situation (see specific acknowledgements in the ‘Thanks to…’section below) / ‘Berwin Groomstool’ is an iteration of the Situation character‘William Whicker’ and falls under joint copyright of Elton Townend Jones and Waen Shepherd / Based on true events and designed as a study of parochial British cultural and emotional life in the late 20th century, this blog is a work of fiction – cultural icons excluded, all characters and incidents featured are entirely fictional / This blog is non-profit; all video clips are used for illustrative purposes and always come from YouTube / No copyright infringement is intended – just trying to get things into context. Never forget: no man is an island. If you think anything I’ve used is damaging you in any way, please comment and immediate action will be taken to minimise offence / This notice was amended on 1 July 2012 and is intended to cover this and all posts on www.25yearstoolate.blogspot.com that precede it]

 

Next time: ‘Strange days…’