This is just the full-fledged account of some one in dire need of blowing off steam and frustration (of every kind).
Nothing spectacular, nothing out of this world, but then again, so what!
Got to
I was destined for club X, well-known gay
club in
I hadn’t been clubbing in, can’t really remember… Felt a little out of things.
A bit like a puzzle dwarf looking for the matching hole, not sure where to start looking, but that’s nothing new…
Got there, it was still early to get to a club. I immediately met Simon though, who was friendly and chatty from the start.
The music wasn’t my cuppa at all. Thumping techno-techno-techno, but I knew it would be.
He bought me another glass of wine, and I didn’t want to sound stupid by coming out and asking him if he was gay or straight. The thing is, I got up and moved onto the dance floor, not that there was too many people, but it was filling up fast.
He made sure my stick and bag was where I could find it, (sweet) but it was easy to lose my sense of direction, with my eyes being sore and even less inadequate than usual…
It was soon obvious, gay or straight, that he was another sort her out, but don’t bother talking too much. He introduced me to a mate.
The place was filling up by now and I made an effort to mingle, as any one would…
I started talking to a very “Welsh girl” and they are down south, even though they don’t necessarily speak Welsh…
I went into the toilet and when I came out, a girl appeared.
“Just checking to see if you’re alright…” she said in a high pitched Welsh voice. Oh for fucks sake, it was already starting!
“Simon just wanted me to check that you were alright!”
“Oh come on man, you wouldn’t be doing this if I wasn’t visually impaired!”
“Oh yes, I would,” she said in a girlie Welsh voice.
“No you wouldn’t, what the hell does he think I’m gonna do, drown!!!”
I went out into the big space outside the loo and Simon appeared with my drink.
“What’s this I hear, you sending some one in, to check on me??” I demanded. A little more good-naturedly than I would have normally, we had chatted and I just wanted to have a good night, not have to race back to relieve a baby-sitter, since Jasper was at Liz’s for the weekend.
Like I did with the girl who appeared in the loo, I reminded Simon that he wouldn’t be doing that if I wasn’t… And, I half joking, but mostly serious said, “I don’t wanna know if you’re going to be like that!”
He walked away apologetic, but there was now a slight mar in my party.
I met and talked to several others. Rhian was telling me that, the next time I’m down there, I should go to see “the pit”.
Now a tourist attraction, it used to be a deep mine. Just one of who knows how many they shut down, starting in the Thatcher doggy-dog days!
She also recommended walking on Brecon Beacons. I always heard that was a favourite thing to do down there.
Danced a lot and, whatta fluffy, touchy feely crowd! The kind I like, but you don’t get just anywhere.
People were friendly, chatty, but nearly everybody I talked to, was a couple… It wasn’t just a gay club, unfortunately, because I always seem to end up talking to some couple.
I was sitting by a fairly juicy couple on the sofa. She kept giving me pecks on the cheek and so did he.
A few tickles, then the infuriating conversation started.
They said they were from
Uh, scuse me,” I hadn’t gotten something that fucking thoughtless and stupid in a long time. I didn’t bother gracing it with an answer.
Then she said, “I guess you can have sex, can’t you?”
I thought to myself, stupid cow! “Scuse me, I’ve got an 8 year old kid!”
“Oh right…” OOOOOUUHHHH! I didn’t bother furthering the conversation and they left.
The rest of the night was just ok, I had been offended more than once again by people’s stupid ignorance and lack of thought. I’m 38, should I be used to it. Probably, but no, fuck it why should I roll over and just accept people’s stupidity?
I mean, I know other VI’s who are much more pacifist and they just let it breeze over them. No, never been a pacifist, thank you!!!!
Even when I was stifled for so many years as a kid. Huh, if they could only read my thoughts…
Saturday, I wasn’t hung over, which was a pleasant thing not to be. That’s one thing I can’t stomach anymore. That sickly red wine head… Actually, my kidney always cries out injustice if I cane it too bad.
Came out about lunch time Saturday. Surprise surprise! It was pissing with rain…
I thought, shit, this is typical of a day when I’ve arranged to be guided around a national park.
By the time I got to the station to get to Bridgend though, it stopped raining.
Got to Bridgend and got an £8 taxi fair to the park.
There were two guides to go around with me. Not that I needed two, but because of the rain, it was slow and what the hell, the more the merrier…
First, we walked along the road that led down to a beautiful orchard. There were so many different kinds of trees. The first was a cherry tree in full blossom.
I couldn’t remember when the last time was, that I hugged a tree. The apple tree was in full blossom too, with robust white flowers.
There was a Japanese crab apple, yew trees that had been there over a hundred years…
Then we walked on to the woodland. There were open expanses of field on one side
and a big drop to the valley below on the other. We were walking up a steep hill by then, to
It was a sycamore that had been there at least a hundred years and had really spread itself out.
There was a hollow in the base of it, where clearly there were things living in there.
Its leaves were just blooming and still delicate. I had to stop to hug it, there was something special about it.
We then went on to the wetlands.
We crossed over a bridge over standing water, then walked along the river Tass. There were trees growing out of everywhere all different sizes and barks. This was the lushest place I’d been in a long time!
The sound of the river running was so tranquil and relaxing.
We then walked onto the Chinese gardens,
where there was Japanese crab apple and others.
They were just like the people of that
The most beautiful spectacular thing I saw, was the rhododendron! It had multiple branches extending from its trunk, so thick with bright green leaves and hot pink flower clusters, you couldn’t get to the trunk.
I had
Okay, so it’s not like trekking through the
Vietnamese jungle or the
Had some hiccups trying to sort out a place to kip for the next night.
Treated myself to a good vegetarian meal, I mean, really good for a pub…
Spent stupid money on a taxi to get to town
and ended up on Saint Mary’s
I wanted something a little more my musical taste. I mean, I used to not be able to tolerate the techno-techno at all, so now my heart was crying out for some heavy rock, indie and a man, or woman…
Well, I was so tired from staying out at club X ‘til nearly 5 in the morning, I did good to stay ‘til 1 at the Bar Fly…
A typically strait crown, but met Emma, and her boyfriend, of course…
Emma was cool. An English student, who
went to
Not that I was planning to, but because people like Lee (and his girlfriend) were asking certain things like, how do I use a computer etc.
Talking about the campaign had gotten into my skin at club X, because certain people had gotten under my skin… I mean, it “really is” impossible to just go out, “like everyone else”
And party/hang out etc., without having to educate people; even if it’s a bit of a harsh lesson in their own bloody-minded stupidity!!!
Lee never rang me back on Sunday morning,
when I rang him up to go down to
I kept stopping people on the street to get directions here or there in the centre of town and, of course, it always seemed to be a damn good Samaritan couple that ended up helping me.
Needless to say, the last stop I made in
Okay, so a shag is going to happen naturally! As usual, it didn’t and I knew it wouldn’t.
But, I bought the one I had before. The one that Jasper kept getting a hold of and turning it on, probably wondering what the hell it was and why I kept taking it away from him. I mean, as far as he knew, it was just a vibrating thing he used to see in the bathroom.
I wonder if it occurred to him that it was purple and shaped like a big hard dick! No, but I got a new one and it stays in my room! Ha ha, mum’s shady little secrets…
The whole time I was in
For lack of a better conversation starter “oh not much, just drinking…”
Duh!!!
Like any other British town/city, of course, but it had character, buzzin’ and I know I’ll be going down there again; either to do another self-indulgent one, like I just did or take Jasper walking…
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