Nathan Judd

In many respects Nathan was quite a successful character. His well-paid job writing code gave him some very interesting connections in the hacking world and his wages allowed him a comfortable, two-dimensional, lifestyle. His turbo-charged Toyota MR2 was a hit with the ladies, as were his boyish good looks, charm and quick tounge. However, those that knew him well referred to him as a ‘bit of a cock’. His behaviour erred on the side of immature and he was renowned for his collection of T-shirts sporting cheesy motifs, including: ‘Barbie’s a slut (by Sindy), ‘Re-hab is for quitters’ and ‘Smoke crack, worship Satan’. He was wearing the latter when he found Jacob in the queue at the post office one hot afternoon.

‘Hey, alright mate?’
‘Alright. Um, Nathan isn’t it?’
‘Yeah. Good craic the other night eh, Jake?’
‘Yeah, sorry about that. I got a bit messy.’
‘Nah, that’s cool. Can’t fucking remember much apart from that fucking TV theme hits album on at full pelt.’
‘Jesus. That’s right, ‘bout 4ish that was.’
‘You were dancing to Minder mate. Those pills were lunatic.’
‘How d’you know Jonti then?’
‘Known him years. He’s alright – lost it a bit though.’
‘His bird’s well stacked isn’t she?’
‘Yeah, and she takes it in the Gary Glitter.’

The number of people queueing in the boiling heat was considerable and, thanks to the unsavoury conversation, tensions were running high for some of the older customers. Nathan beamed proudly and puffed out his chest for optimum T-shirt slogan effect as he caught the eye of the local rector who had just popped in to renew his car tax.

Nathan and Lauren

‘He still has no idea you know’

‘Don’t panic, things are starting to click into place’

‘Well I suggest you click a few more things, Lauren – Fallen Fat Angel Barrett’s getting too close’

‘Yes, well you haven’t exactly helped have you?’

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘I told you to keep and eye on him while I was away and what did you do? Feed him psychoactive drugs and mess his head up even more. All you’ve succeeded in doing is drawing more attention to him’

‘Don’t turn this shit on me. How else was I going to pacify him and keep him here? You were gone for more than a fucking year.’

‘There are other ways and means, Nathan...’

‘Just go and see him, your highness. Put him out of his misery’

Candles

(Jake: 30 May 2003)

It’s not me, the world’s gone crazy. It’s my birthday today and I suspect that if candles are involved it would create a health hazard. Heh, Heh. Last night was fun but a dismal failure so far as casual sex was concerned. Four of us ended up going to Bar 22. I know… I know… but everywhere else was closing. The bouncer wouldn’t let us in because Jonti was too pissed. Too pissed to go into Bar 22 – for fuck’s sake, what the hell is the world coming to?

I had a good chat with Mum today. She’s a top lass and does part with golden nuggets of information now and again. I like the smell of her hair. It reminds me of being little. Alice bear came round too. It’s all been arranged for tonight. I’m not sure exactly sure what we’re doing or where we’re going but I’m looking forward to indulging in rough sexual congress with a nameless, painted harlot. Hot dang mumma, I’m coming home in a box