Valley Video Night

Valley Video Night

I'm slowly skanking along the shelves of a shitty valley video shop, pondering on what horrific bloodied massacred shite to watch tonight. My mind in a daze not knowing what to pick, I don't want to spoil a good evening by the box now do I! Well it's picked, let me hope this DVD does the business and sends us into another world of violence, different to the one we already live in. We desperately need a break! We want to go 'Wow man,' at the dramatic heroic end.

Already in the fridge freezer is the night's supply of quite frightening cheap cider. There's a large box of Kellogg's cornflakes and six pints of milk awaiting the aftermath. There resting on the tiled table, lays a nice lump of supposedly Moroccan resin, by the side the large red rizla's eagerly await the filling.

The boys are in their favourite seats with their feet up, shoes off with the odour of sweat lingering in the already smoke filled room. I can smell athlete's feet, but the only running we do is from the law.

The current topic of conversation is about drug busts, rabbits and who's the best shag in the town. We are still boys who left school many years before, but now we are in men's bodies.

Nights like this are to cherish, planted euphorically into our memories by a drug fuelled existence. We've all been individually fucked by the previous conservative government, the years have left us behind, yes and these hours are our release from the stress of unemployment.

A few of old heads are missing. Some have fallen by the wayside, buried or burnt; others have fled to foreign shores to escape the authoritarian state. But they are always in our thoughts and often the topic of tales, twoc's and tribulations. I going to start the film now, so shut the fuck up!

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Twoc's is criminal slang for Taken without the owner consent.