I opened up my wallet to find a crisp five pound note. The remainder of our combined money after the bills, rent and fresher's week had hit. The phone rang.
"I thought i'd pop round for a cup of tea!" our friend chortled.
"You'll be lucky to get a cup of tea..." I answered.
"I'll bring the milk, tea and biscuits then." From the tone of her voice I detected she rolled her eyes as she said this. But in a nice, sort of, the gays have got no milk in, what a surprise kind of way.
We bumped into her in the supermarket. "I thought you had no money." she declared.
"We have a fiver" I said holding it up to show her.
"And you're spending that on cigarettes and strawberry flavoured water?"
Today, however, was pay day/loan day. I'm revelling in the fact that I have temporary financial security til Christmas now. It's taking all the power I can muster to stop myself going to Abecrombie and Fitch to buy something pretty though. £18 for some boxers? I think not... Then I see the models.
Oh. Hi Isaac. Hi Justin.
You want £18? Sure, let me just get my credit card.