Since my last update, I have had at least one very good day, one that I can recall anyway. This day was the day before yesterday, time until then consisted on playing video games (I do not recommend “Deathloop”, while “Disco Elysium” is better, it can be quite a chore at times due to the amount of reading it requires, I have “Crash Bandicoot 4” on its way, that should be a much more chilled out experience). There’s also “YuGiOh Master Duel”, it’s free and fun until you realise what a wreck the current form of the game is in.
At work, I had to work a couple of shifts during the day to get a handle on how things will be changing and get some more training, people were nice and helpful but I don’t like the guy who is doing my job during the day, he seems to be under the deluded impression that he does more work than me or is just genuinely lazy and trying to push stuff off onto me.
Onto the interesting bit, on Friday night, my buddy from down south, “Shutin”, my GBF from the west “Tig” and the racist goblin of the east “Shout” had a little get together, this was due to the big shot “Shutin” arriving in Manchester for work related reasons, I used up a holiday request at a very business critical time (On Thursday I was emailed to pick up more work, I said it wasn’t possible, they won’t know I’m on holiday on Friday and there will be loads of work on Monday morning that needs to be done before I’m in).
Anyway, back to events, we decided to meet at various time, Shout and Shutin met at 5pm and I arrived at 6pm, they told me they were waiting at a venue known as “NQ64”, I headed over, never heard of the place before, there were some stairs going down to a basement and I was concerned, I hope this isn’t some kind of rave club, turns out it’s a place to play retro video games and buy expensive drinks. There were arcade cabinets set up with various games, ones where you point a gun and shoot, ones with a steering wheel, normal ones. I didn’t buy any coins, wasn’t sure how long we’d be here, the guys played some Pinball, Simpsons beat ’em up and Dance Dance Revolution. Shutin was a master of DDR, he must have picked up the skill to impress Orientals. Shout gave me some of his coins and I sucked at Pinball and DDR. There were free games too, consoles set up with things like Mario Kart and Sonic, I beat Shout at the original Super Smash game, it was a total no contest.
As for outfits, I was wearing some distressed hem light blue jeans, with a fluffy light blue top, paired with white trainers. Shout wore a very fetching burgundy suede tracksuit with a rose gold zipper. Shutin wore what I guess he wore to work, the shirt looked neon blue under the lights of the arcade-bar. The place was full of what I can only assume were prostitutes and nonces. There were far too many attractive women here, some without any men, some not even playing video games. The prostitutes were likely hired by the bar to make it seem like an attractive place to spend your time, like handing a Rolex inside a crane machine. I think some of the men with women, hired the women to escort to them, it was clearly the vibe I got, I’d say a lot of the men with women also looked a fair bit older than the women they were with.
We waited over an hour for “Tig”, he turned up outside, looking as camp as ever, he might as well have been dressed as Tinkerbell given how subtle he was, though I have now reassessed and it may just be that his voice and mannerisms are all down to him being a degenerate drug addict. He really likes his drugs and I like him enough to rather spend a night with him than my other two male cohorts. Our goal was now to find somewhere to eat, while I knew Manchester like the back of my paw, I left it to Tig to lead us, we went to a place, that looked like it was set up in someones attic, “Almost Famous Burger”, there was an hour wait for a table so we went to a pub that Tig recommended, I can’t recall the name but he was friendly with the landlady, there was also lots of weird and random crap all over the wall, it was very jumbled, it was certainly a vibe, I’m not sure what the appeal is. The bar stat consisted of a clear butch lesbian with a nose ring and something that would become a common sight in places Tig liked, a skinny white woman with dyed black hair, dressed entirely in black. We sat, chatted, drank, and when Shout tried getting another drink, I tried stopping him, he clearly had a problem with drink and I was trying to protect him from at least getting too drunk too early but Shutin intervened and Shout threatened violence so I had to let him go, he seemed to choose small drinks that I he consumed quickly and I assume contained more alcohol.
Tig called over one of his drug addict friends, they arrived just as we were about to leave for the burger place, he looked like what I can only describe as a nazi, short blonde hair, blue eyes and a t-shirt that had some Germanic vibes to it though I later learned it was a band shirt, I assume the band wasn’t German, they were called something like “Leftover Crack” but the name used Nazi font.
Honestly, I was disappointed by the burger place, my own fault though, I assumed the more expensive £13 burgers came with fries so I didn’t order any separately. The burger was good but it’s poor value compared to Arizonas or New Orlandos, the burger was quite thick and took a while to consume. Shout clearly made the same mistake as he ordered the same as me, Shutin and Tig got burgers and “bacon bacon fries”, I still find the taste of pork revolting. Our Nazi pall got chicken wings which were also ridiculously over priced. We moved to leave and Shutin choose to leave his dignity at the restaurant by leaving a £5 tip, I tried to convince him to take it back but everyone turned against me, I tried explaining that this was just something done in America and all the reasoning he was spewing about why one should leave a tip only applied in America, the woman he served us here was likely much better paid than a waitress in America. He tried to spin it as if I was the one out of touch, I just called him a cuck and we moved onto our final destination, a pub known as a The Castle. Before we did though, Tig took some “Ket” drugs with his Nazi pal and Shout joined in the action.
The African, likely Somali, bouncer picked up on Tig being high as a kit but allowed us in anyway, I did like this place, it had a very clear feel about it, it looked like it was just someones house, there was even a fireplace upstairs and a narrow hallway, it was jam packed, we were shoulder to shoulder with people everywhere we went, we stumbled into a side room where live music was being played, they clearly were not adhering to rules about capacity as the room was completely packed out, it was awkward at first as I was close to the door but when I got a better spot I enjoyed myself more, some strangers tried talking to me but I signalled I was with my friends. The musical act was an older Pakistani guy playing guitar.
After a while we went to the smoking area, there was space here, we chilled and chatted, as I began to leave due to it approaching midnight, the Nazi went to hug me but he spilled his drink, I felt bad. I heard that after I left, Shout was mugged by a pair of Negroes on his way to his hotel, he was very drunk at the time and lost his passport, mobile phone and hotel key but the black woman at the hotel allowed him in, a lesson that not all of them are bad or perhaps just that the men are bad but the women are good? I feel for Shout and I am started a GoFundMe to help him make a full recovery, it is ironic though, it seems all of this could have been avoided if he had simply taken me back to his hotel instead of going solo. I guess the lesson to be learned after tonight is “Fuck Monica or pay Jizya”.
(I feel as though my mental health is recovering, this entry was very quick and easy to write, my mind is much clearer and less easily distracted)
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