Played with the band in King’s Cross tonight. Was okay. We went for a drinks afterwards. It was miserable weather and tough going trying to find an open pub. There was a football match on and lots of coppers around. Seems the pubs were all closing their doors for fear of hooligans. One place we loitered around outside for a while saw us and let us in through the fire exit. Pretty trendly looking place but they were really friendly.
Conversation in the pub was a bit stilted. The band are a bit difficult to talk with at times. That’s what happens when you get six quiet guys together. One guy, the, Sarg, didn’t even say a single word. Well, he was foreign, but that’s till no excuse.
After making one pint last 2 hours and feeling guilty for it – I told Baz I didn’t have money to help up for the damage on the rehearsal room due to being jobless – we headed out. In fact, speaking of the jobless situation, my bullshitting was catching up on me. A few minutes towards the end of the evening one guy, Andy, turned round as said, pointing at me, “this guys got the best job!” Fuck. I’d told him I was doing some English teaching to foreigners privately. I then had to explain to everyone what I supposedly did with Baz looking on a bit confused. I tried to gloss over it though saying I’d only just started and only taught a few people. I’m not sure he believed me or understood what was going on, but he did still seem friendly as we headed back to the tube later on.
Took the tube and walked back home with Andy as he only lives around the corner. He met his girlfriend and they were getting a bit mushy on the tube etc. I hate that. Makes me feel uncomfortable, but I tried not to reveal my discomfort.
Andy’s alright. Bit strange in his own little way. He’s talkative and friendly, but I find him somehow tiresome. He wears me down. Other people who are friendly and talkative I find often it’s the other way around. You just let them talk and you listen and all’s good. But somehow, his energy being so high and perhaps my desire to conform myself to his energy, wears me down. It’s odd. Also he acts friendly but then when it comes time to say goodbye, he doesn’t sort of formalise the farewell. He just says “yeah, see ya” without even looking at you and with no smile or friendly gesture. Weird. Then for the rest of the week, despite him only living around the corner, you never hear from him. Bit odd. Sometimes I wonder if the days of making friends are over with high school and uni. People seem to be friendly that I meet in my late 20s, but only to a level of keeping you as a friend within the context they’ve met you – in this case a “band friend” – and not inviting you further into their life in any conceivable way. So interactions feel a bit awkward the further out of the “band” you get. In this case the further we get geographically from the rehearsal room and from the time the rehearsal ends.
