I do something special on Friday afternoons. The rest of the week I hang around with the gang, we ride our bikes on the pavement, set light to our pubes, steal, lie, break things, smoke fags down to the butt, draw nobs on models in SKY Magazine, punch people and sometimes we cruise into the McDrive-in of McDonalds and order a McSpunk shake, then we call them McCunts and McPetrol bomb the McFucking joint. But on Friday afternoon I go with my friend Gavin the fleabag! I never tell anyone where I am, sometimes I say I'm going to see my gynaecologist, then no one probes me because something smells fishy. My special time with Gavin is spent pressing flowers, prancing, playing doctors and nurses, mending things, listening to The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway by Genesis, crying, playing blow football and sometimes we go out to the back garden with no pants on and jump over the garden sprinkler. When I'm with my friends and I see Gavin, I blank him.
I usually pick one of these at random: Fresh air, punching inanimate objects in a controlled manner, chill with friends, exercise, listen to music. Or just drink.
Mix and match the above until satisfaction is obtained, whilst bearing in mind: