A bit of normality

Last night at Paul’s was class. Proper needed that.

We had a right go on FIFA — loads of the lads hopped on, party chat was popping off, everyone chatting absolute rubbish down the mic, taking the piss, the usual. It just felt… normal again. Like I’d finally plugged back into real life.

Got back late, walked up to the door and I just went, “Night, Evan,” like a little joke to myself.

No reply, obviously. But still. Had to be done.

Anyway, things are calm at the minute. Evan’s meant to be coming round later this week to answer a few of my questions, so I’ll post that when it happens.