it was like a train on a track

I haven't felt that
hungover in a long fucking time.

Woke up on Cute-y's bedroom floor
(my limbs still sore) and stumbled
slowly to the bathroom.

I recollect meeting Friend at four
and marching into town, picking
up Lambrini (his choice, iza
not actually thirteen) and

proceeding to get fucked.

This is B's last night
"out out" in Cambers (insert
tears and mass invite texts)

so she's slipped into her red
rose dress and shiny gold
vintage jacket

and we're back at Henry's. And
Dean-y's there
and Pasc-y's there
and Keen-y (fellow Brum)

and Campbell and Jam and Party Boy and his girlfriend and Snack Boy and Nomalish and Cute-y and Wink-y and Crayon Girl

and kinda everyone still left.

It's kinda awesome. It kinda helps B
realise how many good friends she's made. And

she feels like she's actually
gonna be missed this time. Iz
nice.

Beers
and beers
and beers

plus smokes
plus punts
plus one final whisky.

Dawr, Fez! B loves Fez and
zomg, they played such good
tunes. Welcome to Jamrock,
54-56 was my Number,
Out of Space, In
for the Kill, The
Dog Days Are Over...

to name but a few.

Where's My Money? now
reminds B of Peho. Who knows
why?

B so very much loves to jive

but 'tis exhausting. Nom,
burger.

'Twas an average night to be
honest (or as Friend puts it,
"standard") but 'twas lovely.

Good byes are hard though.

I'm never sure what to say.

There remains one, still
the hardest one. You said we
could meet over the phone, so
please don't change your mind

'cause I need peace in mine.

I watched the Skins episode 2.10 and
I got it. I'm also making memory
playlists, and shall read
Perks of Being a Wallflower.

I am a connoiseur
in nostagia.

PS. B misses Gooch-y. A lot.