Old enough to see Joy Division, shame he found the idea of touring the US so bad he hung himself.
So picture the scene.

Blockbuster, Altrincham, South Manchester, 9:55pm, Saturday. I'm just about to lock the door when Hazee walks up to it.

"Waaiiii, you're coming to 5th Ave."
"Waaiii, am I fuck going to 5th Ave."
"Waaiii, you bloody well are."
"Alright."

We leather it down to my house, I get changed. Go back to his, he ponces around making his hair look fancy and putting on a nice shirt. We drink 6 shots of Uzo. We jump on the tram and rejoice at victory over ticket inspectors. Spend ages at a cash machine. By the time we walk to 5th Ave its approaching midnight. We find Gary and Luke. They've just had 20 shots each in the gay village. We dance, and drink, and screw, because there's nothing else to do. Until 3am. We get a taxi and get some proper knob driver, who charges us extortionately, up front, and then refuses to drop us off in more than one place. We reminisce, then go 4 separate ways.

I wake up very late on Sunday. I dont know how I'm going to sleep tonight, considering I have to be up at 9 like every Monday. I inevitably stay up late, then eventually, all night, talking to craziecat amongst other things.

I start walking to English class. I'm trying to think of a suitably witty and destroying comeback to say to the 40-something woman in my class who likes to think herself something of a class comedian, and makes hilarious jokes about my "constant lateness". I know something along the lines of "Are you older than me? Then act like it." will suffice, and I feel like a line about her being just like all the idiots I went to school with will go right over most of the room, probably because it applies to them too.

I walk towards my English room (maybe 3 minutes late?) and push open the door. Empty. I walk up the entire corridor where all my lessons are. No old folk here. I think I walk right past Zara. How odd, she was one of the idiots I went to school with. I walk back down to the canteen to see if anyone is around. No one is, so I decide to go back to the room and look for a note before giving up.

I walk into the room. Not a scrap of paper on the tables. I walk into the middle of the four walls, and then it hits me.

Man Uni visit. You DENSE TWAT.

I get down on one knee and let out a semi-loud "shit." I wasn't planning on going on the visit, but I wish I'd remembered this earlier.

So I walk back out of the college and home. There seem to be a lot of people taking a dislike to my shirt today, I get stares from a couple of uglies. You know, I know from experience that coming from a poor family doesn't give you an excuse to be a dickhead, besides, your trainers clearly cost more than my entire kit-up. Like every day, I look at the long stream of cars going both ways on the relatively thin, lengthy road near my house, and wonder, how on Earth can you stop an addiction this bad?

I come in my front door, having half planned this ridiculous journal entry. My mum's not happy. My brother's just announced he's dropping out of college. Oh, joy, she'll be in a bad Nazi mood today. Eventually I get told "you might as well drop out of that college as well, if you're not going to put in 100%". Yep. Not this time.

Now I'm going to go and watch One For The Road, and see how long it is until I fall asleep. Ta.