Tuesday 27th November 1984
Well, I know now who my friends are! Thanks to Huw Thomas and Howard for the safe keeping of this book. No thanks to Newton, Luty, Rhiannon, Alison and Rachel, oh and Beverley *
I am returning to my old depressive self again. Thanks to Rhiannon, Bev, Alison and especially Rachel. She and Kinny were doing their usual thing and walked off together in total bliss **
"The return of Deborah Carr". Bev says that Debbie will be staying at hers soon.
The common joke now is "Look Rob, there's a car!"
Newton reckons I'm jealous of Kinny. He could be right.
Yet more utterly wrong rumours that I fancy Melissa Fisher (No I don't), I fancy Rhiannon (No I don't) I fancy Alison. (No I don't)
I have been promised by Brud that I can record his "band" when they next practice. Should be a real riotous cacophony!
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I sit right at the front of Haggy's room now (since the middle of form 3 I've sat at the back ***) so when she goes into a fit of rage I look at her over my glasses so (a) I can't see her properly and (b) it looks like I'm criticising her.
Rotten charts! Worst song is "I should have known better" by Jim Diamond. That song really makes me sick. I hate the opening line so much.
I should stop writing cos homework awaits.
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School - and all associated work - is depressing me incredibly.
The perverse sense of humour strikes again. I'll tell everybody that after today I am never taking another diary to school and I'll kill off the diary after this entry and never say a word about it again. ****
A song title - "Nicht die, meine leibe". Which means "Not you, my dear"
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Footnotes
* No idea why I was so coy about what happened this day. So I took this book into school, which is contradictory seeing as I said I wouldn't the day before. The book clearly did the rounds of all the people mentioned. Everyone read it. Everyone hated it. A few people annotated the occasional comment (eg "I'm not a slag") Everyone stopped talking to me. There was a huge fight in afternoon break in a side room in the Old Block over the book which is why it's a bit damaged. Me and Howard on one side of a table, loads of boys on the other side, a crowd of girls outside looking through the door... Somehow the book ended up under a table and I grabbed it and ran through the corridors chased by a few boys. I passed it to Huw and he passed it to Howard who looked after it and gave it back to me at the end of the day. Quite why I didn't mention any of this is beyond me because I remember it as being a hellish day, and remember the fight over the book quite clearly.
** I do like to blame others for my own problems. Yeah sure you fancy girls who don't fancy you back, one day the Field Mice will write songs to help you make sense of this, but bloody hell, get a grip! Let Rachel be happy!
*** Haggy = Miss Hagyard, our Maths teacher. I used to sit at the front because of my bad eyesight, in the middle of the 3rd year she moved all the naughty kids at the back to the front of the class, and moved the good kids at the front to the back of the class. Guess what happened? All the good kids at the back started playing up. So she moved us back to the front this week.
**** Curiously I did keep to this, and rarely mentioned the diary again in school and certainly didn't take any books in. Occasional friends who could be trusted would borrow completed books but never in school.
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