Yesterday was a bit of a strange one. I was still not feeling all that well, but I had enough energy to do the huge pile of laundry begging to be cleaned. Then, while I was waiting for the clothes to dry, I managed to knock over a cup of lemsip and my entire table got wet. This wouldn’t have mattered so much had it not been for the fact that I managed to do the exact same thing yesterday and had my phone not been lying right there. I thought I managed to save it on time, but hell no, it got wet and screwed up. No pun intended. So, I had to call Orange after establishing that my simcard still worked and tell them about the damage. They said I’d get a replacement phone tomorrow so not to worry. Then it was finding out whether I could install Talks, my phone screen reader without having to pay an absolut fortune for it. They said I could get a code for free if I had some proof that my phone was damaged beyond repare.
In the evening I was meant to go to TG’s for dinner, but she called me and told me she was spending the night at her mum’s, so I spent some time on msn getting my two favourite radio plays by my friend Thomas back in Norway and copying all my contacts to my simcard. Not feeling all that well and having a home day neither my flat nor I looked our best, so when my doorbell rang and KS’s friend Si was standing outside asking if he could please wait for KS to come home, I felt a little embarrassed letting him in, but it was ok. Si is 16 and shots weed. He’s quite small for his age and his voice hasn’t broke yet. He’s a very intelligent kid and I really hope the street life isn’t gonna fuck him up. It felt slightly awkward having him around. I didn’t know what music to put on, quite how to strike up a conversation or if it was right or wrong to offer him a drink. Not that offering someone a drink is wrong, but you know what I mean. It went easier than I thought though. Being a curious little bunny, I asked him loads of questions about the street life hat it was like being a drug dealer, what kind of risks he had to take not to be arrested. It was really interesting and it’s a topic I might have to write an article about once. A series of young drug dealers and their lives in London. If any of you readers happen to be a magazine editor, please tell me if I can write this for you or please forward this suggestion to your pals! I’ll love you forever if you do!
Si’s mother rang while we chatted, panicked because Si’s sister was due to have a baby any moment and she was short of cash for a cab to take them to hospital. Si, who had left his money at home, he doesn’t live with him mum, couldn’t help, so I offered to lend him some. We went down to the ATM which was a ten minute walk. I hadn’t been properly out since Sunday, so it felt good, but cold to get some fresh air.
KS didn’t turn up that evening, probably having fun with his friends out in London somewhere, but Si took me back home and promised to come back with the money tomorrow. I spent the rest of the evening watching youtube videos of Whackhead Simpson, a South African commedian who does the funniest phone pranks ever. I’ll put out a few links with his best once, although they’re all brilliant so you can go have a look
I luckily received my new phone this morning and I’m at work now waiting for the HB to come and install Talks on it. I can’t wait to have a fully working phone again although being a day without one hasn’t been all that bad really.!
Tags: drug dealers, HB, KS, London, Si, Talks, TG, Thomas, Weed, Whackhead Simpson
