I’m walking behind a group of three teenagers, one of them, a girl, is leaning into a boy almost touching him with her shoulder. I called you a sound and chilled guy on Snapchat, she says.
The main street is noisy with clubbers sitting outside or leaving the Why Not? night club. A group of three lads tumble down Great Darkgate Street, no doubt in search of a taxi. Show me the way to go home, one of them is singing, his arms up in the air and waving, I’m tired and I wanna go to bed…he continues, his friends are joining in as they walk. They pile into a taxi further down the hill and I re-cross the road. Yesterday I’d seen a group of kids outside the station. Some of them were Chinese or Korean. They too were a little pissed but not aggressively so, just giggly. There seemed to be a group leader of sorts. Right, he was shouting, we are now going to make our way to the Leisure Centre. I almost stopped walking. What? I wanted to say, at this time in the morning? But it was none of my business.
The wind was strong this morning. And I was hot. I’d borrowed his coat, hanging it in my cupboard the night before but I didn’t need it. The rain didn’t come till later. It was nice to have the comfort of it’s largeness but it was heavy and hot. Too early, it will come soon enough.
So very tired but I’ve a review to write today. Must make a start. Just 250 words. I can do that. I can manage that. The terns were dotted along the Prom. They are sweet elegant birds, far more endearing than the seagulls. They move as if on little wheels.
To work. Pronto.
