Things with my dear daddy haven't improved since the last From The Brain but I suppose on the plus side I feel a bit better about it all. I have a great social life so I'm hardly in the house and also my jobs pretty good. The one problem I have woth my job is that I find it hard to understand what Franco (boss) and Sal (chef) say sometimes as they have a heavy Italien accent but thats ok because I decided it is.
Franco was in a frightningly good mood this weekend... I mean he's usually in a good mood but this week it was a REALLY good mood. He was cracking jokes about how empty it was on Friday and how he was going to be poor and that we weren't getting any wages. I told him that people were just saving thier money to come in nearer Christmas and line his pockets big time... he appeared to agree. I offered my services as his Christmas Santa (I'm dressing up you see! Two whole days as Santa going to college and the cinema looking like a festive tit... but it's for charity) he said that if I brought in some extra customers I would get a Christmas bonus so I'm working on that! Since I told Sal about my Santa suit he's started calling me Santa instead of Ginger... I guess it's an improvement! After I finished on Saturday (1205am) I went to a friends party (which finished at 1!). People didn't think I was going as it had gotten so late and my friend Iain (who I took) and I got a huge welcome!
I decided it was time to catch up with the drunks so I went straight to the bar (after giving my friends some hugs!) and ordered a long vodka for myself. I sat back down with Neil and Gemma and was handed a double vodka with coke, "Down it, go!" Neil yelled in my ear... so I did. I then drank my long vodka like it was water and sent Iain up to buy the next round. Neil started to tell me a joke, I guessed the punchline but he insisted on telling me anyway. "How do you ask a deaf person if they want to buy a rabbit?" he then came right up to my ear and yelled "DO YOU WANT TO BUY A RABBIT". After another long vodka and a double vodka and orange (please note that only about 15 minutes have went by since I arrived and I had drank about 6 vodkas) this became our favourite thing to yell at people. We then yelled to our friend once the music stopped (1am) to bring her camera over and photograph 'The Beautiful People' (Neil and I fought, jokingly of course, at a party one night over which one out of the both of us was the worlds best looking person, he decided that I was the best looking girl and he was the best looking guy and that together we are 'The Beautiful People') but she didn't have any film left so we spotted someone else (no idea who it was) that had a camera and made her take our photo.
On the minibus home I tormented some people I didn't know but who go to my college and I should know as it seemed they knew me. During the 10 minute ride home Gemma, Neil, Iain and I decided first that we were all going home, then that we were going to the Palace, then after deciding it was too late for us to get into the Palace we decided to go back to Neil's... we mooned the bus... I don't know why.
On Wednesday last week we went to Jack Daniels (a pub) as usual and played the pub games which include pool, giant Jenga, connect 4 and one of those electronic quizzy things (we played the Royle Family Quiz). We decided to put some music on the Jukebox and sent Lesley over to do it. A little later on Like A Virgin came on and Lesley changed the lyrics to Like A Lesley... I was quick to inform her that the day she's a virgin is the day ginger people are accepted by society. After this comment Lesley decided the two of us were getting married... I have no idea why but it didn't seem to matter what I did to break it off she wouldn't budge! I told her that I had never realised she was a lesbian "I didn't know you were gay... jesus gay people are like left handed people... they walk among us"... she liked that!
We hadn't seen Neil for a while and then last Thursday night just after 11 he phoned me to tell me to get my arse to The Palace and get drunk with him. I told him I couldn't and then we sat bethering with the occassional interuption from Neil's friend who kept falling down.
I can't really remember much else that's happened... it's all a bit of a blur... Lesley and I are not getting married by the way so don't be looking for invites!
Tiny Nic
Ginger Pool Queen