Sooner than later

Barry has moved out. He left for the University last Thursday and in the intervening time has spent just one night here (he slept in Alex’s room because his room has mice).

We’ve been hearing rumours that he wanted to move out, unsubstantiated at first but finally confirmed today by Barry himself. He’d “rather do it sooner than later,” but we’ve been kept in the dark until the eleventh hour and we were angry with him when he eventually turned up. His new abode is the garage at 12 Westdorgan Road for which he’s expecting to pay £5.00 a week. He says all his enthusiasm for the Vicarage evaporated yesterday when the court orders arrived, but he’s never discussed it with us and we first heard about his plan through Mo and Lindsey. 


So he moved his stereo and a box of stuff out of his room, and within hours (and with minimal consultation), Alex had invited a couple of ‘friends’ of his in to live. More annoyance. Two girls with cropped hair and baggy jumpers, plus a gangly black Afghan dog: “Greenham Common types,” says Lee, in a blast aimed at Alex.

Alex seems to know a lot of people like this who he picks up at parties and on nights out. One of the girls is crocheting a jumper for the other, the most vocal of the two, who is busy moving the TV from Barry’s room to Alex’s—he’s living in the communal room now after he’d taken over my anteroom while I was away and I kicked him out when I got back. His original room is a complete mess. 


Lee’s also vowed not to do another ‘blag.’ We’ve both been feeling mean about our kleptomaniac excesses. Sooner or later our luck is bound to fail and it’s been getting to the stage where we’re taking things just for the sake of it, just because they’re free.