She said, "how is it being famous?" She said a bunch of other stuff as well.
Afterwards, I walked out of the house. I found Mothboy and Jeres in the Auld Shillelagh.
We had a few drinks. They were talking to Australian people.
I left, and walked down Church Street.
Within a few minutes, I bumped into Ceri.
He said, "Tug!"
I said, "Tug!"
About four years ago, I recorded some songs with Ceri, as part of my old band. This one time, we were supporting Public Enemy, in the Millennium Dome. I texted him and told him.
"One day that''ll be you up there tug!"
He was DJing at some place on Stoke Newington High Street.
I hadn't seen him for four years.
I like Ceri lot.
He inspired me.
So I went with him.
We were greeted by Aleisha from Mis-Teeq and a man I recognised from a while back. We had drinks. I danced to garage and ragga and house music with random asses. I can do that.
It was nice to see Ceri.
I like Ceri. He believed in me. Most other people didn't.
I snuck away from the asses at Late Time, and waked back to the flat I live in.
But Church Street was covered in Police Line Do Not Cross Tape.
I crossed it.
A Police man started to swear at me, and demanded I call him "Sir", and say, "please". He was threatening, and violent.
I refused, so two other Police men ran towards me, and I ran way.
Down some side street, vaguely in the direction of my flat, I chanced upon two boys.
I said, "watch it up there, there are fascists."
"Some one got shot," they said.
I said, "They ran at me."
"Bit of a rock star aren't you, in your Ferrari tracksuit," said one.
"Bit of a a Akira The Don," said the other, sneerishly.
I walked on.
When I got to the next turning, a Police man shouted at me. So I walked another way.
Eventually, I got back to this flat, that I seem to live in.
I don't like it here, very much.
It reminds me of things.
I wish I wasn't here.
So I wrote a song.
There are a few things I am good at, now.