Where Does Fun Happen In Belfast?

Fabian Wildman came round to the house last night when I was in by myself. He knocked the door and since I was up lying in bed having a wank with the light off I just pretended not to be in. He knocked for a while and tried his old key in the lock (!) but I'd luckily snibbed it. I'm getting the locks changed, I completely fucking forgot he still had a key.

Battle Cat went up to the door and barked at him. He stood and had a long conversation with Battle Cat. I couldn't hear what he said but he looked so lonely wandering off up the street afterwards.

It's funny because yesterday was the first time I'd talked to Betty Blue in work. I walked into the canteen when she was having her lunch at the window and since all the tables were full I sat down beside her.

"How's it going?" I asked.

"Not bad, I'm over in England at Uni, just back for the summer. How's you?"

"Good," I said but I could tell she saw the misery in my face.

"It's an exciting job isn't it?" she laughed.

I nodded and tucked into my white bread egg sandwhich and tea with whitener.

Spare Keys and Credit Card Details

I had to go and get a key cut on my lunch break today because Hot Baby Roy said he never had one last time he stayed. He said that Fabian Wildman must have kept his after he moved out. I didn't like the idea of him running about with a key because if he goes back onto crack he'll come round on the rob.

My boss was nice to me today, not especially just really cheery, which if my memory serves me (and with all the crack I've smoked sometimes it doesn't) means I'm about to get the boot. I made note of two wanky customers credit card details today, no sense ripping off nice people.

On the way home I thought up a song about needing money and asking people to spare change. I wrote it down but I saw a tramp in the rain with not much in his cup so I gave it to him. Should have kept it, might need it in a few weeks.