Truths, Half Truths and Little White Lies by Nick Frost

Author:Nick Frost [Frost, Nick]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Hodder & Stoughton
Published: 2015-10-07T23:00:00+00:00

Part Three

At some point Mum and Dad get the nod from the council to say their house in Wales was ready. She was going home, I was homeless. Nice. I know it wasn’t as cut and dried as that but that’s how it felt then. But despite the fact that I was soon to be on my own, I was thrilled Mum and Dad had the chance to leave Ray Lodge – a stark, modern construct and a reminder of their failings as people and as parents.

Rachel, the free spirit, had come to live in London, in a kind of squat-thing in Golders Green known to me simply as ‘Golders’. I want to be near her so I head there. I’ve no friends and no mum and dad back in Woodford Bridge and I need somewhere to live, somewhere to work and I definitely need some cheddar so I go to Golders Green.

The house was a big old lump of a place sitting on top of a kosher bakery. It was a madhouse and a shit hole, but it smelled nice. It had four large bedrooms and a kitchen that was usually the centre of high jinks. The loft had also been converted into a living space. I never went upstairs and never met anyone who lived up there. I knew they were there because at night I could hear them moving around, whispering.

All in all I think twenty-five people lived in that place, crammed inside on top of one another. Each room had five or so people plus the whispering loft dwellers. That meant the house was always happening, it was noisy, the place never slept. (Except at night.)

The people who’d been at Golders the longest got the best rooms; when someone left everyone moved up a space, better room, bigger bed.

I was the last to arrive so I got the smallest bedroom although it wasn’t actually a bedroom, it was a cupboard. It had no windows and instead of a door a kind of plastic shower curtain. It was a shower curtain. The room was so narrow that the thin single mattress which was my bed bent up the sides of the walls. I felt like a hot dog sleeping in a bun.

I wasn’t in that cupboard long. There was a fairly swift turnaround of folk with people coming and going. It’s what I’d become used to. A space came up in one of the rooms and I took it. I was enjoying life at Golders and my on-again off-again thing with Rachel. There were five of us crammed into a bedroom, but a good five. Me, Sarit and CJ, Lauren and, I think, Jo, Rachel’s mate.

Sarit was a beautiful but very fiery Israeli. CJ was a tall, beautiful male model from Socal with an easy smile and big booming laugh. They were girlfriend and boyfriend. Like a lot of beautiful Israeli women, she was hard work. She often sent CJ out at three o’clock in the morning to get treats.

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