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Hayley reveals herself

  Mon 1st July 2019

A mess of a trip to see my daughter in a play in Newbury, when I had hardly any money. I bought a local ticket to get me through the barriers at Temple Meads, and then the plan was to go into the theatre at the interval when they generally don't check the tickets, meet my daughter afterwards and hope she didn't notice my lack of comments on the first half.

I was invited to leave the train at Reading. I wandered about for a bit, and sat outside Tesco having a conversation with a couple of homeless people whilst trying to work out how to explain this dereliction of duty to my daughter. It's been rearranged for tomorrow, when I'll be able to do the trip legitimately.

I fell asleep on the train home and ended up in Weston-super-Mare. I ploughed my way through this thicket of thorny bushes at the side of a car repair place and stamped it down and tried to sleep. It got a bit cold so I got up at three, and found a kebab shop which was warm and busy with young drunk people. One girl was wearing a shirt dress and no knickers. It occasionally rode up and it was a pleasure to see that not all young women have adopted The Modern Abomination. I got the first bus back at a quarter past five and then went to work helping out with a barbeque at Lidl.


I met Hayley outside Wethers. She was wearing a colourful miniskirt in which its printed pattern didn't seem to repeat. Something prompted her to mention she's likes smack from time to time. She said it with a disarming smile of resignation, a confidence placed in me. It set off a little ripple of visceral pleasure.

We had a chat while I was on the train from my mum's birthday do in Worthing. She said she's splitting up with her boyfriend. He was supposed to be picking her up from the station but only responded to her phone calls once she revealed that she'd scored. I wondered if this, and a couple of messages she's sent -- "can't wait to get back see you" and a couple of "loves you"s -- might be a sign, but when she was discussing the plan to move in together she quoted a two-bed budget of about £900; it reminded me of Wendy saying "having sex with you would feel incestuous."

She's staying at mine this evening. How I would love to have a better look at that miniskirt. Whilst it's on my bedroom floor.


The catering agency I've joined has lots of work. Wish me luck: I've got ten days straight now, starting in an hour-and-a-half.

6 comments

Comment from: Jonathan [Visitor]

Good luck with that 10-dayer Looby… Sure if you can get through the 5AM shift at Lidl after sleeping in a bush in Weston-Super-Mare you can do anything.. now that is the sort of test they should set at those assessment centres you’ve been going along to- would surely separate the wheat from the chaff, although I think you might be the only one who actually passed. Personally I’d be asleep in the salad by quarter to six, but then I don’t think I’m made from such stoical stuff as you are. Very impressed with your positively heroic advances in the field of work-life balance overall!

Tue 2nd July 2019 @ 23:34 Reply to this comment
Comment from: [Member]

Thank you Jonathan. Yes I’m on a last minute cash collection scheme before me, Kirsty and the girls go off to France in a couple of weeks. I like being with the agency. I can – to some extent – choose how much I work take on.

And I do like having Hayley in my life. I feel I’ve got a proper little pal now.

Wed 3rd July 2019 @ 09:24 Reply to this comment
Comment from: kono [Visitor]

As always good stuff my friend… and there is no need to apologize over on the lounge, as you can see i’ve been a bit lax in commenting but am always reading and enjoying the adventures and mis-adventures of Looby!! How could i not, these days the lounge suffers from a lack of time and motivation so it’s good to be able to come here and find a place that the squares might refer to as “weird” but us “weirdos” know is really just living. I’ve quite enjoyed the last few posts and the tales of late night speed and shit music in after-hours bars reminds me of time not long ago yet strangely feels a lifetime ago, ah well, keep it up my friend, cuz across the pond a kindred spirit enjoys every line…

Contemplating a post about shrooming and wanking, oh the suburbs are a weird place, lol!!!

Wed 3rd July 2019 @ 13:42 Reply to this comment
Comment from: Looby [Visitor]

Thank you very much kono. I agree, I think the words normal and weird are misapplied.

And your last sentence reminds me….I must engineer sex on acid as a priority :)

Thu 4th July 2019 @ 16:22 Reply to this comment
Comment from: daisyfae [Visitor]

Just back to the realm of reliable internet and regular sheeping pattern here. Catching up. Hoping the second attempt to see your daughter on stage went well.

Seeing Looby and kono converse brings me an unnatural joy…

Fri 5th July 2019 @ 23:31 Reply to this comment
Comment from: looby [Visitor]

Oooh, daisyfae. I didn’t know you were into unnatural joys. Can I give you my number? :)

Sat 6th July 2019 @ 02:09 Reply to this comment


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