Driving with a Gangster

I’m so supposed to go to Raffles with Jin and Graham. As i’m in London already I make the great mistake of heading back so that Jin can give me a lift. This doesn’t work as he fucks off to god knows where, which leads me twiddling my thumbs all night.

Not being sore about it, I settle down to a night on the couch. I’d have stuck in Amelie or some other girly movie which i’m partial to at the moment, but the thought of seeing Pearl on TV was a little too much of a draw. Posh and louded is on – great shit.

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Chris
The home phone rings at 1:32. Only one of my cockish friends would call at this time. Turns out he called my mobile enough times so fair enough. “I passed my driving test! I’ll be at yours in 5 min”. I’d be surprised, except it’s Chris. He turns up 30 minutes later, which is also expected. Turns out he’s borrowing his mothers Rav4 for the night. She doesn’t know and he doesn’t have insurance. Fun ride.

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Zoe

To the women, a Rav4 is a Japanese rip off of the 4×4 off roader which has the sporting appearance of a Range rover’s bastard son. The door open and out pumps the most ludicrously loud obnoxious shit ever. I’m liking it. Zoe’s in the front. Main reason I agreed to go out was to ponce a fag. I try to gesture at her but the music’s far to distracting. Telling her this would give me negative points.

Chris is posing with the driving. Doesn’t matter where he’s going as long as it looks good. We decide to drive down to London. He nearly crashes repeatedly. He stalls 3 times – once at a traffic light. He tries the sporting start that you do on grand turismo. It doesn’t quite work as the sporting gear box can’t quite live up to its name. We get lost and end up in Camden for a little while.

I try to meet up with Jeannine but she’s left at this point. Shame.

p.s how I miss my camera. Old photos included for reference.