A little nip turns into a red hot night

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A bit of a cold start to bonfire night amidst a circle of students who looked upon me quite simply as a bit of flesh.. The emaciated bespectacled organiser and his cute looking counterpart, both too young and inexperienced to even bother to offer that tiny shred of necessity… ‘heat’ to a naked model… Uh huh, just a hard seat, a cold hard table and admittedly a luxury purple blanket was what they presented.  It was brass monkeys in that their grandiose room at the student guild.. A perfect temperature for perfect nipples, there is always a saving grace to every darn hellish situation…
And saving grace continued from there with the night improving somewhat as each step of the way got more drunken, every sambuca swigged, warming the cockles (and said frosted nipples)  to the point where invitation came through via text, to ‘the bonfire party’…
A quick stop at the city centre booze palace, where they are no longer offering any sort of bargains and indeed rob n thieve you of your small change..having got onto the game that every drinker just wants to leave the premises with their said drink and will not quibble over the few pence not forthcoming in change… Disgruntled, I obliged this game of theft because, i too just wanted to leave the shop with said alcohol, what i do remember is calling out loudly it be ‘dirty’… It’s an extra revenue all of its own… (the corner shop in my hometown where I grew up was doing it more than 25 years ago too, they know what they’re doing)…
So…ahoy the bonfire

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What an extremely wonderful warm collection of people were to be found in the vicinity..
I could possibly recount all that took place because I remember every enlightening conversation going on (even though I was well n truly under the influence) however… Personally for me, the best part of the night was when my good friend and I being deep deep in conversation suddenly took a swerve for the worse when he, totally wasted, lost his footing and stumbled, tripped and whooshed himself through the fire to fall in the lap of another good friend over t’other side… Everyone gathered to check he was okay… Then, sweet dear little Helen chirped up, looking at me.. ‘did you push him’…
It’s lucky we were all unashamedly very drunk and found it all to be hysterical

I’d like to elaborate on the unfolding of the rest of the night but alas that would mean I’d be telling my secrets, what I will garnish is that it was sweet n splendid and I think my ‘dry run’ new york nakedness is working already….

from morrisons to the knights’ bonfire …..

ahhhhh, familiar territory in the shape of Liverpool …

i’m still sick

i quickly collect the wee lad otherwise known as ‘Slippers’ (cos he pretty much likes to sit on your feet whenever possible, with or without a shitty ring hole), a quick thanks to the friend who watched over him (and wanted to give him back to me as soon as, which made the sick drive possible) … but anyway, i honoured my vow to collect the four-legged pooch before midnight on a (i think it was) Wednesday night – but this homelessness business (and not believing in the gregorian calendar) makes way for losing track of minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, and ….well, life in general.

as i write/type, i’m trying to remember where i went from collecting the dog…. ?!! without a home i’m finding it more challenging to remember where i’ve been

what i do know (only due to photographic evidence) … is that the following morning I had a Morrisons ‘Flying Start’ breakfast … and ahhhh! now i remember, the morrisons i went into was the one in Huyton and that would mean that i had a three day window of grace staying at a very good friends’ flat (where me and the two dogs had turned up the night before just around a half past midnight!!) … now it’s coming back to me. …..

this was breakfast (after walking the two dogs of course)

the flying start breakfast at morrisons

it cost about £3.60 all in with a cup of sugary tea, and it done the trick, revived me, sorted my immediate sanity issues …

and then i headed for Lark Lane ….  when i bought my halloween outfit a couple of days previously, i’d also seen a couple of things to make great presents … and there’s someone in my life (only via facebook) whom i haven’t seen since they were approximately 6 years old and very soon they were heading for 22!  so i had a gift to purchase and a shop to get to

and to get there i passed by somewhere which reminded me of my drummer

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…. and so i took a few more steps along the lane and thought, i have time for a coffee

so i went into the Green Days Cafe

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looked out of the window to keep dog’s eye on the little shop across the road …. the sun was streaming through the window and i sat back for a moment to renew my levels of sanity …. much in need as they were for renewal

and then, after coffee

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had a little wander round this shop ….

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