It is fair to say I’m pretty hacked off this morning. Yesterday was Scott’s birthday. Scott, who took drama at uni, is quite a good friend of mine, and I rather like his sense of humour. I heard from rocky that they were going to Yates’s, in Hanley, last night, and agreed to meet her there. I still don’t have a PA, so I got mum and dad to drive me over. En route, it began bucketing down. We’re talking monsoon here. Thus, when we got to the place, after missing it the first time, there was no sign of rocky or any of my friends, only some dombass at the door who took the piss when me and dad walked in.

We waited in the rain. It was raining, and we had left mum in the car, so we couldn’t really wait long. Besides, it was possible that they’d called it off due to the monsoon. My biggest mistake of the evening was not bringing Rocky’s number. After ten or fifteen minute, we headed back to the car,

Dad phoned rocky when we got home. It seems we’d just missed each other. It’s extremely annoying – I want to see my friends; I want to go for nights out with them. It’s nobody’s fault, of course, except mine: had I picked up Rocky’s phone number from the kitchen table, dad could have called her when we were outside the pub. Ho hum. I’m sure there will be many more such occasions; it’s just frustrating, and rather sad.