Move Back to Brighton 10

Flixy and Marty got drunk watching reruns of early Sex and the City and brought their weak bladders upstairs ten times in two hours between them. Scuff, buffet, creak, flick, piddle, flush, reverse. When I went down to make hot chocolate Flixy got all squirmy and overdone pointing out his pornographic socks. The socks have line drawings on (with dots) of breasts. I said they reminded me of Love Hearts sweets. Flixy gave me a greeting from Seraphina, on the Tits on Tour bus. 'She's very calm to share with and she's very nice in the bus and not like Ivy and Belle who sit at the back when everyone's trying to sleep on the way home and sing. Belle's got the weirdest face, shaped like a corner house...'In the kitchen, I'd forgotten the serving hatch. Flixy could see me mouthing the words along to her umpteen-tieth retelling of this same old shit. Good, actually. #diary #memoir #autobiography #biography #brighton #lgbtqia #journal #journalling