Flavia's party? It was a great – I mean great. All the girls were there. It was great.
Got there just after about 8. Or was it 7? Such a cool house, right next to Ealing Common. Yeah, her mum and dad were there. At least, I think they were.
But the girls. I mean, the girls. It was there with the others – David, Jonathan, erm... and a few I didn't know. Natasha was there. Thought you'd like to know that.
They played music – you know, stuff in the charts. So, they must buy her singles. Really good record player. Nice food too.
Everyone left at about 10. At least, that's when we started to go. But it must have been way after 11 –or even 12– before we said goodbye and I crossed the common towards Ealing Broadway and found a bus stop. Her mum asked if I'd be ok. "Yeah! It's fine." I said, "I know how to look after myself."
I waited and waited, but no buses arrived, at least none that were good for me. By then it was night buses only, so I had to wait, like, half-an hour or more. I was the only one at the bus stop. Some creep came up to me. He asked me something. I said "Fuck off!" He said, "So that's a no, then?" And I just looked away, I did.
Anyway, I got the bus ok. No one else on it. But it was a good party – God, really good.
When I got home she was there, behind the door, with curlers in and everything. Instead of being happy I was home, I got a right yelling at. Where had I been? Why had I left it so late? She was going to call the police. It was half-past two. Gave me a few good clouts too.
I swear, I didn't know it was, like, that late. I had no idea. Anyway, the party finished late. And what was all the fuss about anyway – I got home, didn't I?
If I have kids, I'll never act like that.
Done your maths? Got to go. See you Monday.
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