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 ♥♥♥♥ 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 ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 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.