It's like a diary but it's not

It's like a diary but it's not is about the life of James Duke. He writes all of his events in a book describing his feelings about his annoying friend Harry, his cow of an ex-girlfriend Susan, his maniac mother and his loving girlfriend Mary.


14. 24th December

Christmas Eve: we made our way to my parents’ house at 4:00 pm because Mum throws a Christmas Eve party at her house for all their friends and family who are coming. It’s the same thing every year: Iceland party food laid out on her table, really out of date music playing on the stereo covered up by mindless chatter. We arrived at 6:15 pm the party has been going on for an hour, when we rang the bell we were greeted by my Mother (who’s had a little too much wine) “Hello darlings!” She screeched then she gave me a wide armed hug while trying to get a little sip from her glass, then she moved onto Mary and they started to chat away. As for me I went straight to the buffet table and poured myself a pint of wine. I went to see my Dad who is like me; we prefer to stay away from the crowd than in it. He was sitting in his arm chair in the living room, he’s quite a round fellow my Dad when he sits in his armchair he fills out the area, he was nursing the last beer in the house reading a book. “You alright Dad?” I had to shout because he is quite deaf, “I’m good son, it was nice of you to come against your free will; it’s nice to have the whole family with us for Christmas.” Hold on, whole family? As far as I know it’s only me and Mary…and then I saw him, Dave my younger brother, better than me in every way; first of all, he is younger than me, he is better looking, nice hair, married, has two children and owns his own company, and my Mother never thought her children would ever achieve anything when she had me. Until Dave was born she thought there was no such thing as ‘the perfect son’. This is just great I can imagine tomorrow’s Christmas dinner, Dave bragging about how great his life is and all the things he’s done and then brag about his family, how his wife’s hairdressing business is booming, how his kids are attending boarding school and achieving A grades at such a young age, whilst criticizing my life, comparing my life to his, I swear he sets out to make me look like a pathetic loser. Wine isn't strong enough, when Dad is not looking I swipe his beer, then he looks at me with confusion , I simply say “I need it more than you” And pour it down my throat, he looks towards Dave and slightly nods his head in a way of understanding, gets up and makes his way to the mince pies.

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