I am sat at home on a Thursday night, it's 19:34, i have had a hectic day of puppy sitting for the parents from 4am and surfing a nice little secret spot at 3/4ft and heavy but hellish cold, so i'm pretty tired. After a plate of chicken breast and steamed vegetables, cause I can be healthy sometimes, i've opted for a night in, a night where i ignore then phone, i ignore everything around me except my immediate occupied space, i've got Lord of the Rings playing on my lap top and i'm very comfy in bed, the phone is relentless it just keeps on at it, ringing for high heaven, i've already spoken to a few people and they know i'm staying in, but what i hadn't counted on is the persistence of Matt Orchard.
Once a grom of mine with bow legs and short stupid hair cut and a gormless but none the less handsome look on his face, he is now a full fledge man with pubs and everything, plus no more bow legs, he is surely going to be the death of me.
The dogs bark all hell brakes loose, the puppies are up and barking, Mothers screaming, Fathers drunk on two glasses of wine so he doesn't care. I know that this visit is for me and i know why and i know who. It is no doubt Mr Orchard after one thing, a wing man!
It is Thursday after all. What else happens in West Kernow on a Thursday. A night that to be honest I haven't frequented for about 3 years due to having a girlfriend, a house, a job, bills to pay, a sense of respect, now thats all gone, it is time for Twilight and Mr Orchard knows this. He knows that I have nothing else to do, he knows that i am at home and doing something very lame.
I know what he is thinking because for years I have been doing the same, turning up at mates houses, mates who have children, are married they have the house, they have the bills and all the stress that comes with it, things that i never really let bother me, i would turn up and demand a wing man, sometimes this would backfire and a night alone was the best i could muster, but not tonight, Mr Orchard has found a willing companion!
I have been going to the Twilight Zone for 12 years (bar the 3 years time out, although i did sneak the odd night in here and there). Thats a long time, i am now 29, i remember Twilight when there was a fireman's pole in the middle of the top bar, sorely missed i may add. My point being that although i am 29 i am still there, i am there because it is fun, yes i get laughed at and people think it is probably about time i grow up and settle down but although those ideals may seem great to some they don't appeal to me. I am Mongalloyd after all and if anything I now realise more than ever where my place is in this World, it is next to my mate at the bar of some creepy, smelly, hell hole, where we both belong and are as happy as pigs in shit!
Roll on the next 12 years, Twilight for ever!
