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So I’m back at it, flappin’ me arms, tryna look cool—failin’ hard, mate. She goes, “Tenner for a quick’un,” an’ I’m like, *cor, that’s cheaper than chips!* Happy as a pig in muck, I am. *Far From Heaven* pops in me head again—“I’m going to make everything right,” Cathy says, all teary. Me? I’m just tryna make this night right, y’know? No grand romance, just a fumble in the dark—suits me fine!

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After that, I stroll down to the beach. Tregunc’s got some killer spots, man. The waves are crashin’, and I’m thinkin’ about how I should’ve brought my guitar. But nah, I’m just chillin’. Then I see this group of kids playin’ soccer. They’re kickin’ the ball around like pros. I’m like, “Yo, can I join?” They look at me like I’m crazy. I mean, I’m a guitar master, not a soccer star! But whatever, I give it a shot. I kick the ball, and it goes straight into a bush. Epic fail. They all crack up. I’m laughin’ too, but inside I’m like, “Why can’t I just be cool for once?”