"They only want you when you're seventeen,
When you're twenty-one
you're no fun."
On Saturday July the 7th at around quarter to seven pm, I climbed under my mattress and removed everything from under my bed. I found one lighter, a sketchbook dated 2005, a plastic spoon, an unopened bottle of Nicky Clarke colour therapy shampoo, three Percy Pigs, an empty Lucky Strike packet, one shoelace, one mosaic tile, one small plastic troll with yellow hair, twelve origami stars, seven hair-grips (brown), one hair-grip (blonde), one doll's house chair, one 2p, one 10p and four 1ps, making 16p in total, two leaves, one hairbrush, four scraps of paper with writing on them, one receipt (London Graphic Centre), two Burntwood library books, red lipstick, blue Rizla, one postcard, a piece of ribbon, eight buttons, iPod headphones (not working), lots of dust, and the magnetic letters: a, x, p, o, d, j, b, x, m, i, i, r, p, t, c, y, h, i, n and d.
On Saturday July the 7th I did not find what I was looking for.
