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| English Slacker chapter thirty-seven | |
| By chrismorton | ||||
| 26 July 2008 | ||||
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So anyway, I said, “Bye,” to Richard and shouted, “Bye,” to Ambra and Sereme who both waved and then I carried on going along the beach. It was about ten, fifteen minutes later before I started to hear voices. I saw the glow of a joint butt and pretty soon I could make out Duncan’s long hair and then I started to recognise Neale’s voice and as I got closer I saw that Graz was the one who was smoking the joint. It was Duncan, Neale, Graz, and two other guys who I recognised as mates of Graz’s. Neale was the first to say something as I approached, coming out with, “Shit, it’s Chambers!” and then everyone turned around to look. Duncan was all like, “Man, I didn’t think you were coming,” and Neale asked me, “What the fuck happened to you?” asking me where I’d been and that. And I wasn’t sure what to say at first actually, like whether to tell them about my night and how much detail to go into (‘cause I couldn’t really be arsed to go into any of it, I just wanted to sit down), but then as I looked at them all sitting there I suddenly started wondering what was going on, like where was the beach party and that so I just made a joke and said that I thought the party, “Would just be getting going around now,” and laughed and said, “What’s happened to everyone?’ No one seemed to be interested in answering this question though, at least at first, and Neale was just looking at me and saying, “I tried to call you,” and he sounded, worried or something so finally I told them about going to score the gear off Tim and said that that was where I’d been. Duncan was like, “What?” and, “How much?” and when I told him he said, “You should’ve gone with me,” and like how Tim was well dodgy and that; although when I showed them the bag of weed everyone (especially Graz’s mates) was saying, “Wow,” and, “Cool!” which made me feel a bit better. I asked Graz what’d happened with Sereme as I sat down, accepting the joint from his mate as I did so, and lay back on the cobblestones (not sand unfortunately), thinking about how finally I’d made it to my destination and like how now I can just relax and have a talk with Graz. But no, it wasn’t to be ‘cause everyone heard me when I said that and it was like, “What?” and, “How did you know?” and stuff so I had to tell them all about meeting Sereme and Ambra on the beach and then why I’d come from that direction in the first place and that I’d walked all the way from Skipton – but I didn’t go into too much detail; and was careful to leave out the bit about Sereme kissing me (and of course the bit about Colin but that goes without saying). No one said much to my story though, which was a bit of a surprise. Actually I remember it was only Graz who responded, asking me what Sereme had said. I told him that she hadn’t said anything but that she’d just seemed sad. Then one of Graz’s mates said, “So how come you knew it was ‘cause of Graz?” and I remember I started to feel a bit awkward then but luckily Duncan rescued me with a, “You look like you’re wasted man,” and everyone laughed. I then said about Tim’s joint putting me in such a state and it being the reason for me thinking that it’d be a good idea to walk home from Skipton and how I’d gotten even more wasted along the way, which they all thought was well funny. So anyway, after that they were all telling me about how the police had come to break up the party and, yeah, how Bradby had got arrested for basically nothing (he took the piss out of a police officer calling him a, “Dozy twat,” but that was it) and had been taken away in a police car – at first I was like, “No way!” and actually thought they might’ve been winding me up but apparently it was true. When I then asked them how come they were still there they said about how they’d decided to stay down the beach anyway and started slagging everyone else off for being “Lame,” and going home. They did admit though that for the past hour they’d been taking turns to, “Go look-out,” and then everyone, even me (although of course I hadn’t been there at the time) was cracking up about that for ages and, yeah, for the rest of the night we kept making jokes saying, “I reckon you should go look-out,” to each other; most of the time to Neale who was like, “Okay guys it’s not funny any more,” but the more we said it to him the funnier it was. So that was basically how the night sort of ended for me: Sitting on the beach there with everyone and it actually being quite a good laugh. I thought a couple of times about Colin and how I reckoned he would’ve enjoyed sitting with us, but I also thought about what he’d said to me and like how he would’ve approved; how he would’ve been happy if he could’ve seen us and that. And yeah, that… well it sounds pretty stupid as I say it now, but I guess this was the start of me not feeling guilty any more for Colin not being there. And I remember that on that night, as I sat there on the beach with everyone, for the first time in ages I was feeling and thinking, well… like I was gonna be okay.
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