25 Years Too Late...

25 Years Too Late...

Wednesday, 20 December 1989

Sealing A Decade's Fate

‘Flood II’ – The Sisters of Mercy

My day started in with me settling down on Lilith MacMillan’s freezing cold, wiry floor at the shared student house on Tagge Road, in King’s Lynn.

I was under a few thin blankets and Lili’s duffle coat, whilst she lay (fully clothed) under her new quilt (which she had just purchased with a small windfall of money, along with some items of underwear).  After I rushed back downstairs to collect a few items we’d left, I returned to notice her tights, skirt and jumper on the floor by the bed.  I pretended not to notice, but…  I mean… Lilith was semi-naked in bed.  Inches away from me.

In our respective beds, we chatted sleepily as she played a tape that included stuff by The Damned, Jesus + Mary Chain and New Model Army.


She’s well into A CLOCKWORK ORANGE, witches, Vampyres, and the occult.  Which is great.  I like most of that stuff, so we chatted for ages. 

It’s sad that she’s so skint.  She gets about £27 a week from the DHSS and she seemed quite upset that she’s not able to afford Christmas presents for when she visits her family on Friday.  I felt such empathy for her.  In fact, I felt suddenly very close to her, I don’t know why.  But I also felt so helpless.  And even as she told me she has a boyfriend (American) that she’s been with for 2 years, I wanted to touch her, be in her bed with her.  Apparently she finished with him at the weekend but he was so distraught she agreed to try again.  He lives in Scotland at the moment and she sees him about once a month.  That said, she’s also been hanging about with a guy called Ian, but she says he’s being ‘strange’ because she won’t go out with him.  She thinks it silly that he can’t see they could have a great relationship as good chums, which is all she wants. 

‘Tombstone’ – Eat

Much later, we turned out all the lights and by the light of the window, I saw her removing her t-shirt and then her bra.  And she had a beautifully shaped silhouette.

In the night, she got up, put on a jumper, turned on the light, and went to the toilet.  She was wearing boxer shorts, which was really cute and very sexy.  Well, in my opinion it was.

When morning arrived properly, I awoke and she allowed me to join her on the bed.  Emphasis on the ‘on’.  I lay on the duvet.  But we snuggled together and fell asleep listening to NMA again.

She has a beautiful back.



I left her at 11.30am-ish and went into Tech.  In Tech, allow as empty (the last day), but I bumped into Amy, Jonny + Missy.  Amy didn’t speak to me.  Apparently, she’d heard a rumour that I’d slept with Lilith.  Anyway, feeling a bit jarred off about this, I left them and got drinking again, in the pub with various group buddies + Peter Conti.  Bidding many of them farewell at 12.30pm as the coaches left, I also bade farewell to my good friend Joni.  Which felt sad.

Then, Lilith arrived and I sat with her and we chatted.  She looked so depressed.  This only got worse after she had a bit of a scene with this Ian guy.  She ended up crying and crying, tears of thick, black eye-liner running down her face.  I tried to comfort her, but she suddenly stormed off, leaving me feeling numb and empty about her.  I felt like I’d looked into the abyss and been totally swallowed up.

This afternoon, Jonny took his driving test and passed.  Good lad.

‘Sperm Whale Trip Over’ – A R Kane

This evening, I went out to the TWINKLE/ANEMONE gig at The Eagle.  Here, I sat for some time, talking to Lilith who had ‘recovered’ somewhat from earlier.  She was still skint, so I gave her some money to phone her mother with.  She was going to reverse the charges, but I didn’t think that would be the best way of going about it, so I helped her out (and, in a way, her mother).  As we chatted, I asked her about Ian and why she didn’t want to go out with him.  She pretty much said it was because he’s not her type.  It was time for me to go, so I told her I liked her and gave her my number.  I said I’d like to see much of her next term.  She laughed and said we would and that we could become ‘the groovy pair’.  I’m welcome to stay on her cold, wiry floor whenever I like.

When we said goodbye, it was kind of abruptly.  Which was bad.  I hope she likes me + wasn’t just ‘tolerating’ me.


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Next time: ‘Heart of Sadness…’

Monday, 18 December 1989

Lilith: Day One

‘FX’ – A Guy Called Gerald

Still feeling sad about the end of the ‘80s.

I’ve had the cover of WATCHMEN painted on the back of my leather bike jacket, with – as requested – the colours transposed (red where the original is yellow, yellow where the original is red).  It’s excellent.



Today, I had my personal tutorial and my three grades this term are: one pass and two distinctions.  JEFF’RY SKILL!

This evening, Larry took me out to dinner at THE FARMER’S ARMS in King’s Lynn and we bumped into old 1986 tech chum, Wanda Stubbs.  She was waitressing there and it was very nice to see her.

Larry was good company and I like him a great deal.  He’s a good bloke.

After dinner – and several pints on my part – he dropped me off at Kat’s place on Tagge Road for Kat + Willock’s party at the home they share with Leighton Holt, Venus and Lilith MacMillan (Abby’s sister).

Yes.  Lilith – otherwise known as Lili – who is one of those people I’ve ‘always’ wanted to just … ‘be’ with.

I can’t continue.  It wouldn’t be fair until my frame of mind is correct.  It’s just…  Just…

God.  Lilith.  Lilith.

Later:

‘51st State’ – New Model Army

Lilith.

She sat alone in an armchair, somewhat ‘detached’, in that she’s not really part of Kat’s circle (having only just moved in to a spare room in the student house).  She is a noble-looking girl, with a seemingly stern, static face.  Black eye-liner and a short red tangle of dyed auburn hair (she wants to grow it out).  She was wearing a red, lace-trimmed skirt and a baggy black jumper.

And I was dying to see her.  Meet her.

On arrival – knowing she was going to be there – I handed her a Christmas card (as I did to all the housemates).  She looked a bit surprised, but she thanked me.

Drinking quite happily and chatting to Kat, I noticed Lilith watching me, which was actually quite uplifting.  Eventually, I went and sat by her and struck up a conversation as she offered me bits of her garlic dressing and olive pizza (which was good of her).  We chatted about a variety of things and, I must say, she surprised me.  In the Common Room she’d always seemed a bit, well, blank-looking and socially awkward, but in conversation she came across as funny, pleasant, open, chatty and, best of all, nicely spoken.  She had barely a trace of accent, which was lovely.  She’s also very well-read, which is really nice. 

As the party quietened down, we were still chatting.  As people began to leave, she unfortunately developed a tummy ache and kept threatening to go to bed so as to relax and sleep it off as she had no pain killers.  I continually beseeched her not to leave me, and she continued to back down and chat with me.  I think she was surprised at how much I already knew about her (due to long conversations with Abby and Jonny a few months ago).

Anyway, she grew very tired and went to make coffee for us both, after which she washed and then came back into the lounge to tell me that she was going to bed.  I said okay, but asked if we could meet in town or something tomorrow.  She said yes, then asked me where I was staying.  Instead of telling her I had a bed at Jonny’s, I plucked up the courage to ask her if she minded me crashing on her floor.
She consented.


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Next time: ‘Sealing a 10 year fate…’

New 'Doctor Who' Top 10

‘Oh Father’ – Madonna


We did the final panto performance today, which was dire.

That said, over all, I’ve enjoyed doing Strawberry Girl.  We’ve had a few difficult shows (Alderman Jackson was a tough one emotionally, but also the stage was tiny and we had to ‘cramp’ the show somewhat), but it’s grown, adapted and improved as it’s gone on.  I’d still change the ending, but y’fuss. 

The ‘company’ has worked very effectively as a team.  All of us have done our bit here and there on top of the performing: unloading the van, helping each other out, repairing costumes, technical stuff, and a lot of sharing ideas and involving everyone involved not just the usual suspects or the big characters in the group.  The first video really shows a tight crew at work, if you want evidence of team playing.  Everyone really ‘mucked in’.  Every show was a success, even if that show had problems to solve.

It was, to me, a great exercise in punctuality and group efficacy – moreso than last year’s panto.  It also taught me to learn a script in record time, performing from the off without a second’s panic or hesitation.

Children have written us letters of thanks and every day, teachers have complemented us all on possessing ‘great talent’.  Even our friends and families have heard stories of the panto’s success around King’s Lynn schools.  I believe we all did very well and, by all accounts, it’s been well received.  Teachers often tell us that many of their kids have never and probably will never again see ‘live’ theatre and they’re grateful for the difference it makes to their pupils.  I hope we’ve ‘educated’ them a little, then; shown them that there’s more than just TV and videos.  If so, I don’t think that can be a bad thing – especially if we also brought a little bit of fun and happiness to their lives.

‘Into The Valley’ – The Skids


Also today, I posted cards + sent ‘em ‘round Tech to people, etc.

Had a bloody good time in King’s Lynn with Kat and Rita, amongst others.  Nice.

In the evening, I went out to the Wenns with Jonny, Missy, and Amy.  It was strange; I felt so sombre.  About the ending of ’89, I mean.  And, indeed, the end of the ‘80s: the decade I’m most attached to.  My life, pretty much.  The idea of it just made me feel so sad.

After the Wenns, we all wandered about in and out of Plaxtole House and I took great delight in caressing naked bits of Amy’s body.  She was a lot of fun, and I love sucking her tongue.

Later:

MY NEW DOCTOR WHO TOP TEN

10. Revelation of the Daleks

 
09. Dragonfire

 
08. The Greatest Show In The Galaxy

 
07. The Happiness Patrol

 
06. The Caves of Androzani

 
05. Remembrance of the Daleks

 
04. Survival

 
03. Ghost Light

 
02. Earthshock

 
01. Curse of Fenric

 
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Next time: ‘Lilith…’

Sunday, 17 December 1989

Hark! The Herald Angels Sing

7.15pm

‘Hark!  The Herald Angels Sing’


But I’m sacred.  Terrified.  Because it doesn’t feel like Christmas no matter what I do.  And I know that’s a cliché – someone says it every year.  But…  Well, not me!  And I NEED it to feel like Christmas; it’s my favourite time of year.  I love it.  I can’t get enough of it.  And I’m scared that 1989 is going to be the first Christmas that I don’t enjoy.

Today, Lucille delivered the holly wreath for the back door.

Tomorrow on TV, there’s the Alistair Sim version of SCROOGE.



I’ve got to see it.  Video it.

It’s the last performance of our pantomime, Strawberry Girl, tomorrow.  That’s sad.  And then we finish Tech on Wednesday.

I’ve nothing planned for Christmas.

Wendy.  I’ll miss her.  I wish I could stay in Cornwall with her.

I could go to Yorkshire, but would Flash be any fun?  And should I spend New Year’s Eve with Jonny and Julian?  What are they planning on doing?

‘It’ll Be Lonely This Christmas’ – Mud

Oh, it’ll be lonely this Christmas.  Lonely and cold.  I could cry.

I love Christmas.  So where is that beautiful atmosphere? 

I hope my family gets home soon.  I’m lonely. 

I want mince pies and cream.  And I want to eat, drink, and be merry.

Where are you, Father Christmas?  Where did you go?  Why did you leave me?  Why do you leave us all?  I pray that Chip still believes in you.

I WANT TO CRY.

Never have I felt so distant from a Christmas, perhaps because I’ve never wanted it to mean quite so much to me.

‘O Christmas Tree’ - Mario Lanza

BUT I DO LOVE ‘HARK!  THE HERALD ANGELS SING’…

This weekend’s been particularly dull, spending it alone.


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Next time: ‘New Doctor Who Top Ten…’

Saturday, 16 December 1989

Soggy Lettuce

10.10pm

‘Domino Dancing’ – Pet Shop Boys

I still feel a bit empty about Wendy, you know.  But, by crikey!  I’ll tell you this, ‘I’ll tellyou this, boy’, I had a strange night last night…

Today, it rained, and as I walked through King’s Lynn, drenched and listening to an out-of-tune Salvation Army Band, watching the street decorations wilt, I felt sad.  I wasn’t upset or anything, not even depressed.  I just felt a bit… pathetic.  Something about the feeling of knowing Christmas Day is only 9 days away, but this whole morning – this whole moment of ‘life’ – being as limp and wet as a soggy lettuce.

My family is in Yorkshire for the weekend.  I’m at home, alone.  And I feel sad.  It scares me.  I’m beginning to feel that I’m much less of a loner than I used to be and right now I feel the urgent need to be with people.

I’d love to see Wendy, but I know she’s not going to get in touch.

Oh god.

Later:


Today, I received a card in the post from Maggie who says she’ll write soon.


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Next time: ‘Hark!  The Herald Angels sing…’

Friday, 15 December 1989

Bedroom Ski-ing

‘Got To Get’ – Rob ‘n’ Raz featuring Leila K

We had a Panto Day today, with performances of Strawberry Girl at ‘Tech’ and in schools.

One of my fave non-Drama people today was Joni (from my bus).

This afternoon, I went to Jonny’s, then at about 5.30pm-ish, I went to Jodie Ratcliffe’s party at her family’s place in Barnes Bysea with Daniel Abbott, Darren Marsh, and Sally Watson.

After a very hot curry and a bit of uneasiness with some casuals who also came to the party (and, like most of those present, we didn’t know).  A few other Drama people came but it was mostly Barnes Bysea folks. 

Once totally pissed, I ended up in bed, naked, with Jodie and Daniel.  Jodie gave us both a baby oil massage for hours.  Then she and Sally entertained me, Daniel and Darren somewhat, until Sally and Darren went off to find a room of their own.  Daniel and I then massaged Jodie, after which she wanked us both off, slowly and brilliantly for ages – ski-ing with two poles, shall we say? – after which Daniel went out for a fag.  With him gone, I helped myself to what Jodie referred to as a ‘French wank’ (i.e. an ‘oily tit wank’ between Jodie’s breasts), my first ever, which was incredible and Jodie enjoyed as much as I did, especially when I ‘came’ over her face and in her hair.  It was quite interesting.

It was all good fun, no ties, loose, free and sexy stuff, with no unnecessary snogging or fucking or sucking or whatever.  Very, very safe sex.  Perfect. 


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Next time: ‘Soggy lettuce…’

Thursday, 14 December 1989

Blown-Out and Low

My No.1: ‘Pacific 707’ by 808 State

Amy sent me a card today, saying this:

‘To Ritcherd, just a little card to say sorry for acting like a complete and total idiot last night.  I’m really sorry and it won’t happen again (the irritating stuff not the kissing!).  Lots of love, Amy xxxxx’

On the bus home, in this bastard rain, I felt very close to another major female in my life, Joni .  She was very cute due to having a hangover from last nite’s tech disco.

On reaching home, I was disappointed to hear that Wendy hasn’t been in touch.  Sick as hell, in fact.  So I rang her lodgings and the landlady told me that she returned to Cornwall yesterday.

I don’t believe it.  Wendy, is this a blow-out?

Later:

10.15pm

‘Getting Away with It’ – Electronic

Rang Flash.  I was going to visit Yorkshire this weekend, but now I shall not.  He’s too busy, which is fair enough.  His experiences taking acid and encountering Mr Dairv from Lola’s sound interesting…

And my bastard RAINBOW FAYRE beads have gone.  Lost them.

ME LATELY


Strawberry Girl is going well.  Put each other off a lot today.  Very naughty.

I do feel that William and I should have spent a little more time during the writing process in re-jigging the end.  Poor Will had to rush an ending due to my Mansfield commitments.  I would perhaps have brought the song ‘Happiness’ in after the Queen + Berwin have been sorted out, then sort out the sisters, then a reprise of the song.  That said, there have already been many times now where we’ve had to adapt and adjust.  I think every single day of the run so far has seen us have to change something to fit the space or the time-slot.  The show is now a very different animal to the original script, I reckon.

It’s feeling pretty successful now.  There’s a feeling of elation that comes with reaching a level of… well, not ‘perfection’, but something close.  The whole thing is going like clockwork now.  It’s going really well.

God, I feel sad.  Empty.  Pissed off.

Why, though?

Well, I dunno.

I want to cry, I feel so low.  So upset.

Why?

I don’t know.


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Next time: ‘Bedroom ski-ing…’