The Summer Meetup (Part 5)

So there we were, at Burger King, pretty much empty apart from the entirely Pakistani staff. Most of us ordered burger meals, I paid for Zoomer as I wanted to encourage him to eat and he was too out of it to do it himself. I was shocked that everyone else opted for the regular meal instead of paying 50p extra to go large, Andrew justified this by saying it’s only the chips and drink that’s bigger, in my eyes that’s still well worth it for the price.

Before being allowed into the lower floor seating area we were required to use the NHS app to scan the QR code, the rest of my party either pretended to do so or outright ignore the security guard in racist fashion, what sticks out particularly is how Tig said “Hope you don’t mind if I squeeze in here, I’m sure all the boys say that to you!” I fiddled around for a while with my phone and used up data downloading the app before the guard just waved me through.

I feel this was probably the best part of the day, fairly warm and comfy with a nice meal, plus all close enough to chat. I learned how Shutin is watching Pose and is leaning towards a trans Chinese gf now rather than a cis female.

I went to the bathroom, using an actual bathroom rather than urinating on the street like my comrades. On the way back, I saw Shout, blocking the hallway back to the eating area, he had a nefarious smirk on his face, I said “Uh, you know the MEN’S bathroom is back that way, right?”, he replied, “I’m not here for the bathroom but I do plan on taking my trousers off, heh, heh”. Before I could plan my next move, the Irish Paki interrupted us, “Hey, Shout, you went the wrong way, you have been drinking a bit, want to call it a night?”. Shout then angrily matched away and shouted “I say when the nights over and it’s not over until I rape…I mean have sex with someone”. I then rejoined the group.

Zoomer was resting his head on the table, barely having touched his food, I tried to force him to drink, we made some progress. The staff eventually asked us to leave, we did so as we stood outside the front door, Zoomer threw up, again, this time it was his jeans that got messed up. People were staring at us and then him when he chose to sit down, I think they might have thought he was homeless. Though, an actual homeless person even took pity on him, Andrew had bought cupcakes and I offered one to him but he turned it down.

Mayuri, while despicable in his own right, redeemed himself somewhat but going into the nearby Primark and buying Zoomer a pair of joggers. I also went back to the Burger King and got some tissues to wipe the sick off Zoomer. Mayuri, said that we were like his parents, I looked back at him and said “Uhhh, I think I can do better, babes”, he looked dejected, I think he was planning on cheating on Alina with me.

It was time to call it a night, I took Zoomer back to my hotel (even though Shout was completely responsible for this and had his own hotel booked) and the guys went their own way, it was quite a walk, around 30 minutes, Zoomer was completely out of it, I tried talking to him to keep him awake but got little in the way of responses. After 20 minutes of walking, I noticed how empty the streets were around this time and was disturbed by thudding sounds in the distance, I looked back and saw Shout, I’m not sure if he saw me or was following me, perhaps his hotel was in the same direction, either way, I was ready and grabbed the keys from my pocket. Shout started walking more quickly, I opted to star running away, it was difficult while dragging a semi conscious 19 year old, he was closing the distance, I was grateful that he wasn’t particularly fast. The gratitude was punctuated by feat again when I heard him shouting behind me “You’re not getting away this time!”, Fuck, I thought, what now, I headed back into a nearby park and made it as far as the Ghandi statue before my body started to give out, I was too tired, it was time to make my final stand. Shout approached, he was licking his lips, as he outstretched a paw towards me, to my shock, Zoomer regained consciousness and loudly proclaimed “Moniiiiiii” and punched Shout right in the face, Shout went scurrying back into the dark and Zoomer once again lost consciousness.

We arrived at the hotel and Zoomer changed his panted and then went straight to sleep within seconds. I watched TV for a little bit and then layed down myself, there was only one bed so I slept on the floor, I placed towels on my backpack to form a pillow, I took the lights off but left the TV on with no volume so if Zoomer woke up, he wouldn’t panic as there would be some light coming off the TV. My legs cramped up several times during the night and I couldn’t lay straight with the limited amount of space but it was worth it in the morning when I saw that Zoomer had recovered somewhat, he wasn’t talking much, just “yes/no” answers, I left to get us a couple of Tesco meal deals, he slept again and we didn’t leave until the forced checkout time of near 11am. We parted ways at Euston station, he refused to give me his phone number so that I could check that he got back alright.

The journey back sucked, I must have looked at a mess at this point and my feet were very tired, my biggest regret is not bringing walking shoes. At Victoria station in Manchester, I used the female public bathroom and for the first time in a while, I felt safe, at least I couldn’t be attacked here and that was something to be grateful for.

The Summer Meetup (Part 4)

When myself and Zoomer returned to the group, I found they were listening to music on a portable speaker, it sounded like white rap, they were all really moshing out to it, I was surprised at Tig but I suppose I’m at fault for stereotyping him. The first thing I did was hide his bottle of Vodka and then he kinda zoned out for a while. I should have mentioned that earlier Zoomer and Shout also wrestled, the way that Shout was handling him was at times reminiscent of a rapist with his victim.

We eventually moved on, the belief was that Zoomer was too messed up and needed somewhere to recover, I figured he could stay in my hotel room and sleep while the rest of us went around town. I also forgot to mention that Tig took a photo of me to send to his straight friend, I was told he approved and it seems that I may have a new bf.

My hotel was a lengthy walk and I help Zoomers arm for most of the journey, I’m sure many assumed we were a couple. Once we got to the hotel, I checked in and checked out the room, it’s quite obvious why it was only £27, the room was tiny, it had a sink but no toilet or shower this was shared with the rest of the floor. It was also not a twin room like I expected, there was just one single bed. When I went back to the group to report, Zoomer apparently felt fine so we moved along again, this time to a nearby park, I believe it was called Russel Park, there were monuments to Ghandi and Hiroshima.

It was very empty so we found benches to sit down, I sat besides Andrew, I pointed out an interracial couple and he voiced approval but when he noticed it was an East Asian female with a brown male, he began staring daggers at them.

Shutin, Mayuri and the Irish Paki sat on another bench and I’m sure they had very civilized discussion, they were a bit too far way from me for me to hear. On the last bench was Zoomer, Shout and Tig. It was here that things took a dark turn, the young boy was plowed with both Cocaine and Weed from the sick men sitting besides him, though I can excuse Tig, as by this point he had drunk between 5-10 cans of Larger, his judgement was clearly impaired as be himself was drunk, the true villain of this piece is Shout. Zoomer became manic and attempted to climb a tree, he succeeded and I alone tried to get him back down as he could seriously be hurt. Zoomer soon came back down to Earth and was dead to the world again. During this time, Shutin, Shout and Tig all urinated in the park, Tig being so drunk he actually walked through the bushes and urinated onto the streets of London.

The plan now was to head to the Montague Pike, the famous Spoons we attended at the Xmas meetup over 2 years ago. Mayuri, being of Ottoman decent regaled us with one of Aesop’s famous fables, one that applied to this situation, he told us of the Mosquito who drank the blood of the Zebra and died on the plains of the Sudan. I assume the Mosquito is meant to be Shout and the Zebra represents all of us. This was a nice story but Mayuri has become quite big for his boots, no pun intended, when I said he reminded me of my cousin, he said that he was sure I had many, clearly a racist remark for which there is no excuse.

We found the pub/restaurant but there was a lengthy queue outside, we discussed our next move, some thought we should queue up, I firmly objected to drinking as many were inebriated enough. I spotted a nearby Chipotle with plentiful seating and suggested that but I forgot I was amongst white people who think mayonnaise is a spice. It was at this point that the Irish Paki got frustrated, he sauntered off and I chose to break with the rest of the group to chase him. We I found him he had quite the speach, “What are we doing here Moni, what are we doing? What’s the point of it all, we’re just standing around, I’m a Ferrari not a mechanic, I need to keep moving”, what he said touched me profoundly and then it hit me, I proposed we sit down for a meal at a nearby, very empty looking, Burger King, he agreed and the rest of the group caught up.

The final entry regarding the meetup will be tomorrow. In more recent developments, word has gotten out that my brother is engaged to a white woman and our family has lost the last of it’s little remaining honour.

The Summer Meetup (part 3)

It quickly became apparent that the plan for the day was falling apart, I thought we’d start things off by checking out the Pakistani rights activists over at Speakers Corner but it turned out that it’s only active during Sundays. There was strong appetite to visit the trans village but stronger resistance, I didn’t fight for it as strongly as I could, it was a 30 minute walk from our current location so I figured we could check out some other stuff and then work back towards it. I was also hesitant to bring certain violent transphobes near the location as it would be unfair to the locals.

We then instead marched towards our first location, Tesco Express, for meal deals, everyone was hungry and thirsty, almost everyone, Shoutanon had arrived late because he helped himself to two triple cheese burgers over at McDonalds and Alina was too hung over to eat. It was a battle to get into the store, they had lights to indicate when entry was possible, we had to queue outside but when I saw a white male just barge right in, I thought to hell with the rules and marched in myself. It was a tuna crunch sandwich and bottle of Ribena for myself.

Next up, a decision had to be made on where to eat, there were voices pointing back towards Hyde park but the Zoomer declared that Leicester Square had good vibes and wouldn’t be too busy, the gay poster, tig burst out with “That would be fabulous” I foolishly took their word and headed over with them. It was quite far away and extremely busy, there was nowhere to sit other than in the mud. So we found one empty scrap of space and planted our backsides down on the hardened mud and dug into our meal deals, we were sat in a circle and discussed the important topics of the day, such as being NEET, the current state of the thread and what it means to be white in 2021. I should mention that throughout the day and while we were in the park, both Shutin and Andrew kept staring at every Chinese woman that went by, after staring, they would then look at each other and smile, I believe I once saw Shutin once rubbing his stomach and Andrew wriggling his shoulders, there were other signals they passed to each other but I’m not sure what any of them meant.

I overhead the Irish Paki discussing starting a website where he could monetise /britfeel/ posts, I pressed for more details but was denied. My theory is that he will make public certain exciting posts from older threads but to view replies, payment will be required. Myself Zoomer and Tig broke away from the group to check out a Japanese store that Zoomer was obsessed with, it’s part of the reason we came here, we were disappointed though as it was shut, run out of business due to the rampant hatred to Chinese adjacent races since the pandemic hit, there were many similar cases throughout the city, as we left, Tig let off a disappointed “This is so not fabulous”.

When we got back to the group Zoomer chose to down half a bottle of Vodka, he then took my phone and we wrestled in the mud, I was really taken aback by how much stronger a 19 year old boy was compared to me, it really makes me fearful that any man could rape me on the street and there’s nothing I can do about it. Zoomer went off the rails for quite a while and we all mostly found it amusing. I spoke to Alina about her thoughts on top modern day /britfeel/ personalities such as “lollers”, “HHL” and “HotelWhore”, she feels they’re all paedophiles and should die.

Zoomer passed out and then begun throwing up, he then started rolling around in the mud, I wasn’t strong enough to pick him up or stop him from thrashing around but I tried and I’m really disappointed the others didn’t help, I assume it’s some kind of white code of honour where you must allow your fellow whitoid to suffer the full effects of the devils drink. He had sick in his hair and people around us were staring, they were also fleeing. I eventually got him up and walked him towards the public bathrooms, a friendly white foreign man, possibly Russian, told me the womens bathrooms were on the other side, I said that I was helping my friend, he then followed us and helped me over the turnstile into the bathroom. I went to grab some tissue while Zoomer sat down in another cubicle, I then tried entering but it turned out he was actually using the toilet. I chatted with the Russian man and said that he’d drunk half a bottle of Vodka, he said “just half!”, when Zoomer got out, I helped him clean the sick off the side of his shirt and hair and when we got back to the group, I hid his Vodka. Alina had left at this point.

I shall update the next chapter tomorrow or perhaps later today but most likely tomorrow night after midnight.

The Summer Meetup (Part 2)

I am nearing the end of Mass Effect 3 so my free time should increase soon, for now though, I shall continue regaling you with the tale of the summer meetup.

Where we last left off, I had arrived in London and reached the meeting point, Marble Arch, just outside Hyde Park, I was the first there. I looked around for a way to cross the road to get closer to the Arch, while searching, I bumped into Mayuri and his latest victim, Alina, she appeared to have two black eyes but this was explained as just being tired. It was nice to see Mayuri again, outwardly he does seem very “together”, he’s one of those who you don’t quite understand why they are part of this community when then could reach higher, no pun intended (Mayuri is 5’4). It was also wonderful to meet Alina in the flesh, there is no disconnect between her voice, personality online and appearance, though the Gothic Lolita thing took me by surprise, didn’t take her for a weeb, though she insisted it was “just a dress”. Much like Mayuri, I’m not sure why she is amongst us, I was surprised she wanted a picture of herself taken both with me and the arch, she even posted the picture of herself in the thread, while I feel it’s a safe place, there are a few certified nonces and criminals around, so it’s best to be wary. Everyone else arrived late, it was very frustrating, the next to arrive was Shutin, he has become older since last time and despite how much he will tell you about his hairline, he doesn’t seem any balder than last time, he comes his hair well. He’s also still the same big beast of a man, very hugable and can imagine being comfortable with him in bed, as I’m sure many other women can, I can see why yellow women throw themselves at him, he looks like “default white businessman”.

I spotted a boy walking towards us in the distance, he had a green t-shirt and his hoodie wrapped around his waist, he looked quite trendy but from his walk and posture, I could tell he was here for the meetup, it became more evident when he greeted us, his voice and eyes, immediately piqued my curiosity and awe. I couldn’t place it at first and he does deny it, but I am sure he if of partial Oriental ancestry. I decided there and then that he would be my new adopted son.

Andrew approached from the shadows unseen, no one recognised him in his new look, I’m sure that’s what he intended, he was on edge about the possibility of the paparazzi. Shoutanon also crept up towards us, I was completely taken aback by his emergence, he looks like a stereotypical alt right type, I just wasn’t expecting it, I thought he would look more like a thug or chav given his voice, I was so shocked that I burst out in laughter it was just so unexpected, it was unreal, I’m sure it’s difficult to understand why I found it amusing but I’m sure we’ve all laughed harder at a joke we didn’t see coming or perhaps in a sitcom, something wasn’t amusing but due to how “random” it was we just laughed uncontrollably. As I was laughing, he told me to “Shut up, or I’ll rape you!”, I moved away from him quickly but not before hearing him whisper “Just kidding, I’m going to rape you anyway”, this put me on edge for the rest of the day.

Next up was the “Irish Paki”, he is of Irish decent but as previously established, as the Irish were the Pakistanis of Britain before Pakistanis arrived in modern times, the name is fitting. His sunglasses were very cool but it was a frustration of mine that he initially refused to take them off, and when he did he wouldn’t put them on his shirt pocket. Almost all of his clothes are from Matalan, except the glasses which are from TK MAXX, though the shirt wasn’t either though that’s the one piece of clothing I’d guess was. He brought along a carrier bag with food, I would have thought a backpack would be more convenient.

The last individual was travelling by coach as I had previously done, it was running late so we cut through the park to meet him part way, the park wasn’t particularly busy. Lots of seating and open grass space, it wasn’t the best park I’ve ever seen, it’s not very distinctive.

The lad approached us after some waiting around and to my surprise he was flamboyantly gay, it added some welcome diversity to our group and I liked that he complimented my outfit. I should mention that he denies being homosexual but I feel that might just be internalised homophobia.

The group was now assembled and on we’d march, when I next update tomorrow.

As for current events, today was Eid but due to work, I slept through most of it, I came down for 20 minutes and the highlights were my sister almost saying “Paki” in front of my brothers white fiancee and then the family debating the use of the word and the other highlight being seeing poppadoms for the first time in my life in the kitchen, I assume my mother thought it was something white people like.

At work, a new guy has started, he’s not particularly talkative but I hear him come alive when I’m in the break room and he chats to my colleagues, it’s disappointing that he’s much more successful socially at work within a day than I’ve been in almost 4 months. I do enjoy though that he sits directly behind me and can see me on YouTube while he actually does work. He picked up he was ex-army so he’s probably racist, his accent is quite racist, very “common”, a phrase that comes to mind is “out the gutter”.

The Summer Meetup

I have little to excuse the lateness of this entry, I don’t recall what happened during the last 2 weeks for the most part so I will mainly cover the events of this recent weekend.

One major development not related to the weekend is that I have back home with my parents, it’s the only way I can continue working this job though it has been less than 2 weeks, I am already going mad, I feel the same suffocation that compelled me to move out previously. My mother is still plotting a divorce and has revealed the costs to be between £7000-£8000, I think it’s pretty clear her solicitor is fleecing her, my mother is so narrow minded that the only route to acquiring money she can see is taking it from my father. My only hope is getting a house soon, my father is insisting on looking for 3 bedroom houses in the £120K price range and then under offering by 5-10K.

I travelled to my flat, the lease still has around month on it, on the eve of the meetup to get some sleep and prep for the day. When I woke up, I have 90 minutes to get ready, this seemed a bit tight but I managed to put my outfit on, shower and do most of my makeup, it did get quite rushed there and it resulted in me forgetting to pack my travel bag with anything useful, so I was unable to top up my makeup throughout the day, I also didn’t bring water so my lips became very dry and unsightly quickly.

the tram was late and so I missed my planned train but was able to hop on the next one without issue. I arrived in London around 11am, I tried checking into my hotel early to drop off my bag, I couldn’t get into the room but I was able to leave my bag. Some highlights up until this point are that while I was walking through the streets of Manchester, all eyes were on me and a large black guy said I looked very pretty and asked if I was single, he was shocked when I said I was but I followed up by saying I had to dash for my train, which was true. London on the other hand was very different, no one at all was paying any attention to me.

I was the first to arrive at the meetup spot, I’ll be providing analysis of each of the individuals first and then proceeding with the play by play of events as I feel that makes for more informed reading. They are in order of arrival.

• Alina – The one cis female at the event, she was dressed especially for it in a white gothic lolita outfit complete with those blocky shoes, same mistake I made, it made walking difficult and we did a lot of that, felt bad for her, not least of all because she seems to be under the strain of some “adverse circumstances”, this may all be speculation but I believe she has some difficulties with her parents which have driven her to the arms of an older man. She also has issues with substance abuse, from what I can tell. This might paint a negative picture but I think she’s a great personality, fun to be around, well meaning and respectful. I hope she gets the help she needs. In terms of appearance, she could do with getting more sun and dying her hair again as I could see blonde streaks poking through the back of her head, I feel like I quite clearly mogged her but as London is upside down town, her outfit was getting more stares than mine from the locals.
• Mayuri – He’s a nice guy, smaller than when I last met him, everyone gets along with him, everyone likes him, so it’s hard to say anything negative about him but that’s the way it usually is with abusers. He has a brand new look, he resembles Andrew Garfield from the Amazing Spider-Man films with glasses. He also is likely a member of a grooming gang, either a Turkish or Albanian one, I believe he only claims to be Greek to lul people into a glass sense of security, his refusal to give out details on his place of work or first name is damning, he clearly has something to hide, skeletons in the closets, attic and bedroom. The so-called “nonce nest” is just the tip of the iceberg.
• Shutin – Same as always but now he has the body and look of a project manager to go along with his new job. He’s still prone to his usual schizophrenic outbursts and struggles with empathy but he seems to be trying to better himself and at times he behaved like a balanced mediator. He is maturing with age and is more attractive than when I last saw him.
• Zoomer – I was shocked when he appeared, though I could tell he was a poster from a mile away, it’s the clothes and the walk that gave him away but he’s very, very cute. Though he denies it, his skin tone and eyes indicate hapa DNA, despite this, I still find him worthy of living. He has a unique way of speaking, not quite autistic, just otherworldly, like he doesn’t have a care in the world, he has nice hair and I just want to put him in my pocket.
• Andrew – The rumours of him working for GCHQ must be true as he’s now sporting a look reminiscent of an undercover CIA agent, he wore slim glasses and a baseball cap, he’s also built like a tank. He claims to have been terminated from his job but it’s hard to separate fact from fiction when speaking to the ambassador, I think he just wants to throw people off the trail on a similar vein to Mayuri. I would say he is more attractive than last time.
• Shoutanon – If I could sum him up in one word it would be “rapist”, I am not a fan of this abusive individual at all, I have nothing positive to say other than I find his large cuddly appearance to be quite adorable, his sense of humour can be acceptable at times also. He is ultimately though a threat to myself and women everywhere and I will not feel safe as long as he is allowed to prowl the streets, I’ll provide more details on my grievances in the play by play of the day. Another way of summing him up briefly would be the archtype of a poster in our general, from the appearance to the NEETness.
• Irish Paki – Great guy, same mystique as always, now sporting trending aviator sunglasses, he got rid of the Henry Cavil mustache and is less attractive for it, it went great with his height, I don’t feel the sunglasses made up for the lack of mustache so it’s with a heavy heart that I deem him, less attractive than last time, however still more attractive than most.
• Tig – A fellow poster from the North West who has refused to meet me on multiple occasions, he is extremely pleasant in person and the reason he didn’t wish to spend time with me is that he is gay, he has a great, bubbly personality and is quite attractive, he looks similar to Tyson Fury but not freakishly tall. I enjoy how familiar he feels, as though I already know him, it’ll be due to him pretty much being local to me, he does have some terrible habits that he needs to kick though, particularly substance abuse, I think of all the people I’ve listed, he’s the one that’s clearly too good for the general and I’m surprised we have him, I unfortunately didn’t ask why he posts amongst us.

The above took an hour to write on my lunch break, I shall continue tomorrow.

Not Got a House yet

Once again it has been around10 days since my last update, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I’m going to try updating daily, the plan is to update during my lunch break at work. My manager has said that I’ll be taking on additional responsibilities, these new responsibilities just sound as though I’ll be taking on work that was originally done by my co-workers, this is quite frustrating, I feel I’m overworked and they’re underworked though they certainly complain a lot. A new staff member is also being hired, this guy will be working 4 on/4 off and doing a split of my job and the job my co-workers do, this is the job that my manager suggested I’d be transitioning to. My manager is a nice man but I feel let down, it doesn’t appear I’ll be getting onto a coveted 4 on/4 off shift.

I’ve applied to a call centre job, it appears to be near minimum wage but it’s in the city centre so my father will no longer need to give me a ride into work, the shifts will be 12 hours and I’ll be working 4 shifts with 3 days off, sounds good or at least better than what I currently have. There seems to be no chance of upward mobility in my current role, the pay is good but the quality of life is terrible.

Another thing I don’t love is the heat, while it’s wonderful being in my little hotbox, I don’t like sweating when I go outside.

My diet is going medium-ish, on my days off, I absolutely pig out but when at work I can survive on a zero calorie energy drink and Mikado/Pocky.

I’m still looking for a house and have come to the realisation that even a 2 bedroom one will now cost over £100,000. I didn’t win anything on my premium bonds this month, I feel they might be rigged, the winners of the million pound prize always seem to be in white regions. It might be work buying a lottery ticket every week to double my chances.

The continued success of the English National Football Team has sickened me, I live in hope that they are thrashed at Wembley in the finals and the tears of the fans in attendance drown the players.

I am currently playing Mass Effect 2 and enjoying it.