Vivas

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Back in scarborough
The adults aren’t enthusiastic enough to dance tonight
So Monday Club at Vivas is packed with old faces and foundation.
Old friends from primary, secondary and college
Friends of friends, enemies of friends
One bad memory ignores me
One bad memory smiles at me.
I smile back
Everyone has exaggerated the things I remember about them best
Almost like noone hides anything anymore, or have reached the nth point of where they were going.
Including the boys toilets, which are now plastered with hardcore porn.
Grimacing girls and loose vaginas.
Paul Murray must be in a sentimental mood.
Christie has too much make up on.
Ginger Lucy- her eyes glow- tells me that her message to the universe right now would be ‘I am pretty grateful now… sorry for dissing you for so long”… it takes me a while to understand.
Tanya is a self confessed party animal
Tom kisses another girl whilst looking at her
She screams in my ear
And I hear it as a whisper

£3 Kronenburg
Or £3.50 for a whole bottle of perry champagne
It can’t be that bad, right?

Later on a roof near the post office
Lee passes me a spliff and the moment and we are getting down to the bones of matters.
I tell him why I stopped hanging around with him for 3 years
By way of comparison to now.
We wonder what the best way to face the future is- sideways on?
Thank fuck both of us are not too paranoid at this moment.
We are all learning but facial expressions whilst we learn no longer come so readily.

today i am listening to: Giles Peterson's In Africa