Shite state of affairs


Friday night- went out with a support group in Manchester. Met a stunner called MMM. Blonde, gorgeous, glamorous. Just what I like. I was brave and pushed the boat out. She was seeing someone though, so it wasn’t going anywhere. Doesn’t sound like it’s too serious with her guy, so I pushed on. Unfortunately I was getting hammered, so I wasn’t on top form, so things didn’t go to plan.

We walked into a bar in town, where the doormen searched me. I had a little pen knife on my keyring which I use for trimming my nails- security wanted it, so I drunkenly handed them my whole set of house keys.

This was my downfall.

We left the bar soon after, and I got a taxi home. I had to stop half way to throw up, something I’d never done mid journey before. The taxi driver was considerate and gave me some water while I churned it all out in the street.

I paid him and staggered to my door. I then couldn’t get in. No keys. Fuck.

Meanwhile this couple approached me- neighbours from down the street- who offered me a bottle of water. I got bad vibes. They were standing too close, and there was something that was sending my instincts signals. They asked me if this flat was mine, and what I was going to do. I told him I was walking to my mums.

I woke my mum up, slept at hers, and the next day she went to the bar and got my keys. I got a lift back. The car was gone from my drive.

I buzzed in and my flat door was unlocked. Clothes strewn all over my bedroom, and no wash basket. They wanted it for something. I walked into the kitchen: shitloads of alcohol gone. 2 watches gone from the bedroom. Keys gone from my computer trolley, along with a pot of coins. Crowbar marks in my kitchen window.

Phoned the police immediately. Cue many phone calls, hung over, to the police, the insurers, the housing people. These calls are still going on, and I’ve had visits from people nailing my windows shut and dusting the place down. The suspects were wearing work boots and work gloves according to forensics.

My memory is obviously hazy, but when I cast my mind back I think the neighbours asked me which flat was mine, and may have mentioned the bottles in my kitchen (which, if the cupboard door is open and my blind is up, can be seen from a footpath around the back). Suffice to say, I’ve moved the remaining bottles into a cupboard in my hall and filled my pantry shelves with cans and cereal.

Last time I saw these neighbours they darted off when my parents turned up.

The insurers have offered me a hire car, and I’m currently waiting for them to come and pick me up.

The Council have nailed my windows shut.

The Police mentioned that the same people, the suspects, had an argument recently and that he may have moved out of her flat. They’ve asked around.

Meanwhile, MMM was messaging a little, but she’s gone quiet. I told the group about the burglary. Dunno what she’s thinking. Hard to tell when she won’t respond, but whatever. Let’s see if she pipes up in group chat.

Knobhead ranting about police brutality on Peter St

DK, who tried to set me up with the Peruvian girl KL, was trying to set me up with his neighbour this weekend instead. I remember her, but wasn’t particularly into her. I was busy though, out in Manchester, which was dead.

I need DK to come to Manchester with me so he can see what kind of places work for me and how far away that is from his barbecues with his dodgy neighbours. I need to explain this without being a bastard.

This weekend: Went out to bars for the first time in a while. Saw SF, the organiser of the social group. After this I had a wonder- town was quiet, but once you get to Peter St it’ll be anything but. Last night I saw this shit going down. Top of Peter St near the library.

Been out to a few of SL’s events…

Arrived solo to all of these as noone has any money and I didn’t really ask around. Met lots of people and bumped into a few familiar faces. Enjoyed the events but haven’t been rewarded for putting in the graft, if you get me. Made lots of approaches, didn’t get much interest.

Turns out KBP, who I went on a few dates with, knows model EB who I met at a party a while back. KBP is also friends with LC, it seems, who kicked off with me years ago because I didn’t fancy her. LC turned up at this event today. I managed to avoid her. I was surprised how so many people that I knew, knew each other. I’ve seen people appearing in each other’s Insta stories, and thought, wow, I didn’t know they knew them.

Bumped into The Daughter, who I tried it on with a while back, and who palmed me off to her mum. Got no further really. She was talking to her female friends about the male models that were hired to give out food and drinks, obviously trying to push me out of the convo (or how I imagine it).

I also saw MF, a woman who attends SL’s events and who fancies me. I’m typically not into her, though. She’s good to hang around with, but it ain’t happening.

It’s SL that I want. I want the boss. She’s stunning, successful, intelligent and popular. I’ve probably left it too late, but we’ll see. I’ve not got the balls to flat out ask her out.

I’ve texted The Daughter tonight and got no response.

Well- I’ve been out all bank holiday weekend trying to make approaches.

 I made a few, but not one woman was interested. Tried taking a few creep shots but it’s hard work focusing a camera with your flash off and getting close enough for any pictures to come out.

So little has happened that I can report on- trying to get back into psychotherapy but organising a time for the telephone interview has been a pain. I’m taking sertraline once every 2 days but I can’t say the reduction has caused any particular difference. Still terrified of talking to hot women.

Also I forgot to get hayfever stuff so I should be feeling some pretty horrendous effects over the next few days. I’m not too bad as it stands. The three things I need will now cost me a fortune as I’m no longer eligible for treatment, due to changes in benefits. (Not changes in my condition, just how ATOS and the Tory government see fit. FUCK THEM.)

I’ve got a few things planned for next week that are different to general nights out. We’ll see how they go.

Out with model EB


Last night I went to a couple of swanky bars with a model called EB, who I mentioned I met a year ago.  I’ve met up with her a few times since I met her, but I eventually got around to asking an important question.

When I met EB, she was with her mate VK, who was single. I tried it on but I didn’t really know what to say. I wasn’t sure if VK was interested. Having met up with EB a few times, I decided to see what the deal was. EB said yes, VK was interested, and I did drop the ball. Added to that, though, VK is really messed up according to EB. She’s got a lot of problems. Haven’t we all, though- EB herself said she was sexually abused as a child.

Added to the confusion, EB is now single- she wasn’t when she met me. She’s hot. Great tits. She’s getting attention from guys a lot, and she’s clear with other people that we’re mates, but we’re still going to flirt when we meet up. We’ll see what happens. Probably nothing. But she can be practice.

EB brought her mate DD out, a hot, big-titted tattooed model. We’d met briefly before, but she didn’t remember me much. Again, tried, but she pulled some other guy who was completely different to me.

Feeling like I’ve let myself down a bit, but glad I’ve found answers to a few questions.

Dead End Date, WTC

So on Friday night I went on a date with a girl I briefly met a couple of weeks ago at an event. I couldn’t really remember much about her but my mate was suggesting I get in there, so I thought I’d give her a shot. We were supposed to go to Bosu, a health bar on Cross St for low-fat snacks, but it was shut so we shot around the corner to Be At One, and hammered a few cocktails.

She’s a nice girl and everything but there’s no magic there at all- no attraction from me at least. I called it off.

DWP are sending my stress levels through the roof at the moment, stalling on things. Dealing with very long phone conversations that are going round in circles. Very frustrating for me and my parents. I’m being told I’m supposed to be on WTC, then UC, then back to WTC again. Noboy has a clue.

Beautiful girls in Socialite

Socialite is Club LIV‘s Thursday night event. I used to go but I was under the impression that the girls in there were only interested in black guys, if they wanted to pull at all. Trying to strike up conversation in there was like talking to the fucking wall. I kept going back, though, because my mates liked it, and they were all like, ‘It’s not just about pulling…’

They were right. It’s also about enjoying the environment and music and generally enjoying yourself- none of which I could do in LIV. So I fucked it off.

The girls, particularly on a Thursday, though, were frequently stunning. Take a look.



A few of Amy’s insta pics have appeared on this blog.



Girl on the right is possibly my favourite. I bottled talking to her






Saw this girl in Hostory, bottled talking to her though



Guy on the right is a CREEP. Stares at people a lot. Tried it on with SF and got blown out.


Yes, that is former boxing champ Ricky Hatton.


Kady McDermott from Love Island