Up Above The Streets and Houses Rainbow Climbing High

Me and Battle Cat were out walking down the Lagan Towpath out by Central Station yesterday and it was pissing down. The weather's funny nowadays and we need a big old thunderstorm to sort it out before I fuck off for the Twelfth (yay!) because I don't want shite weather ballsing it up for me. Anyways me and Battle Cat were stuck out in it and had nothing to do other than head the fuck for home but the more we walked it kept looking like it was about to stop before turning heavy again.

This lovely rainbow showed up on the other side of the river, really vibrant probably the most intense one I've ever seen, and I noticed that the clouds that surrounded it were dark, really dark but the ones inside it were lighter and I thought something but I can't really remember it properly, one of those touchy feely thoughts about how beauty or our dreams keep the stuff that can be dark light or lighter because you know that the dark clouds and the light clouds were the same clouds but the rainbow was making the ones inside it light and the rainbow is just an illusion or some shit. I forgot it like I said I just wanted to get me and my puppy dog home to warm clothes and hot chocolate.

When I got home Hot Baby Roy and Hot Firey Love Lady had made some tasty pasta dish and were up in his room getting fresh, they'd left a note on the fridge for me saying I could take some.

It was all feeling like some nice sort of day where you jump in the air and shout yahoo or something because you're happy. Then my phone beeped. It was a text from Fabian Wildman.

NOT SURE IF YOUR STILL USING THIS NUMBER. IT WAS GOOD SEEING YOU THE OTHER WEEK. WANT TO HANG OUT A BIT SOMETIME SOON?

Valentines Day and No Cards.

Valentines Day on a Sunday isn't so bad because you can say you got no cards because there's no Sunday post. But we all know if we were going to get any they would have come yesterday. None of us are speaking in my house but I know that Hot Baby Roy and Wino Jo were up particularly early yesterday and both looked really upset last night at having got no cards.

Me I'm not so bothered, there's no one I really wanted to get one from so until I have a proper sweetheart these heart throb points aren't worth collecting.

I walked down the Lagan tow path out by Central Station yesterday and bumped into Rock and Roll Stephen sitting beside it weeping. I feel really sorry for him now that he's got a big gummy face. He had a big red face from crying and he was saying that he's no longer the rock and roll pretty boy of Belfast and he hated it. He had no Valentines this year and it was so embarrassing because he'd booked a photographer to come and take pictures of him playing his guitar surrounded by the Valentines and the girls who'd sent them.

I offered him a hug but he refused I think it was more to do with how Battle Cat was snarling and barking at him from the moment we met. I think Battle Cat can sense Rock and Roll Stephen's less likable qualities but without his teeth and rock and roll heart throb status he might be undergoing a change towards a more admirable disposition.

Rock and Roll Stephen did offer all us cardless unloved types a bit of consolation, he said that girls aren't buying so many cards because of the recession and that they're showing their love in different ways, like laughing at you.

It's something to cling to.