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A few weeks ago, Mick rang to ask me out, and his phone call made my heart swell with pride and pleasure - how many (almost) 15-year-old BigBad wannabees do you know want to be seen dead in public with their frumpy old auntie, let alone take her to a gig by one of their idols where they're sure to run in to several of their friends? Of course, Mick did have an ulterior motive in that his mother had only agreed to him going IF he could find a responsible adult crazy enough to accompany him, but it still felt good to know mine was the first name on his list. Although I possibly didn't quite mean that the way it sounded...

Anyway, I can now boast to have seen and heard Marilyn Manson perform, an artist I don't particularly care for but who Mick believes is a god. He's at that awkward age where he's desperately trying to assert himself by trying to convince us all that he really is sullen, ill-mannered and obnoxious...although he can't quite manage to pull it off. Sure, he'll shout and pretend he can't string two words together without at least some effin' an' blindin' inbetween, and he'll give you the fingers (yes, the old-fashioned fingers!) when he thinks you've turned your back already, but he really is a sweetheart. Always was, always will be, no matter how bad he tries to look the part: jeans riding ridiculously low on his hips, requiring several tons of bicycle chains wrapped round them to keep them from sliding down his thighs completely, and -get this!- black nail polish (I wonder who could possibly have been the role model for that?). The piercing in his left eyebrow was last year's birthday present from his mum, who had to come with in order for him to get his wish; and the bleach-blonde spikes I talked him into last time we were at the hairdresser's together. Sometimes I suppose, it sucks being the child of punk generation parents and family.

About Marilyn Manson: don't ask me how the concert's been 'cause I couldn't tell you. It was OK I suppose, but I'm not a fan and I really didn't pay too much attention. Mick, OTOH, 2 days later still has to come back down to earth, so I guess the evening's been a complete success in his book!

Comments

(Anonymous)
Jun. 24th, 2003 03:39 pm (UTC)
Re: Hey, frumpy!
SURELY YOU CAN GET AN EMPLOYEE DISCOUNT!
gamiila
Jun. 24th, 2003 11:49 pm (UTC)
Re: Hey, frumpy!
Do you have ANY idea how many FORMS I'd have to fill out??? And the discount itself -- really not worth it. I can do a better deal in any high street store.

Oh, it's just...computers and me...they don't speak to me, in that way that says 'Buy me! Buy me!' -- you know, like shoes do. And do you know how many shoes I can buy for the price of one computer???

Besides, if I got a home computer, with all the trimmings, I'd be like you: I'd never sleep. And it wouldn't be long before the words 'frumpy' and 'old' really would describe me most accurately.