apparently it's a north glasgow accent
Sep. 12th, 2004 12:00 pmI went home with a lad named Alistair last night. Slightly unintentional, but it was either his place or my place. There's nowhere open for food at four in the morning. Stepping into his room though, I was suddenly quite distracted from the original plan. Bed and a desk covered in editing equipment. Bare bones AV room. Part of me sighed, happy to be home. I even used to have that exact preview monitor. We met in the open air, part of the huddle of people smoking on the back deck that overlooks Blood Alley. When the sun rose, we may have still been awake. I wasn't going to sleep over. My usual modis operandi is to put them to bed and walk home. Almost snuck out too, the boy lying warm under his covers, when I got sideswiped by sympathy. "Please don't leave", the accent thickening as he speaks closer to sleep. He's curling up, trying not to crash. "It's just nice to have someone here."
Certainly, as soon as I click off the light and curl up, he's awake again. Beautiful conversation in that one. Honesty lilting, lit by the green of computer towers. I think I slept well for the first time in a month.
My friends make me happy. Oh - and you! The scintillating genius! You send pictures like that and you'll destroy me. Just be warned.