NEW SERIES!
My No.1: ‘The Politics Of Dancing’ – Re-Flex
My Exams are over! What a bloody relief! School’ll be over soon, too! Thank the Lord Harry!
Hey, guys, guess what?
Even though I’ve been a bit of a Swotty Pants over my Exams this year, I bet I come bottom in the whole universe!
My English teacher, Mr (Mick) Royce lent me Maggie’s Farm, a great book of political cartoons by Steve Bell…
…It’s a sort of comic strip Spitting Image.
I’ve also started reading The Omen ! Hah!
Anyway, right now I’m on my way to Pontefract and Leeds and other silly places dotted about Wonderful West Yorkshire! I think I’ll visit Danyel ‘Flash’ Gordon…
By the way, George’s finally talked my Mum into coming up here with him for the day…
Later:
My No.1: ‘The Politics Of Dancing’ – Re-Flex
My Exams are over! What a bloody relief! School’ll be over soon, too! Thank the Lord Harry!
Hey, guys, guess what?
Even though I’ve been a bit of a Swotty Pants over my Exams this year, I bet I come bottom in the whole universe!
My English teacher, Mr (Mick) Royce lent me Maggie’s Farm, a great book of political cartoons by Steve Bell…
…It’s a sort of comic strip Spitting Image.
I’ve also started reading The Omen ! Hah!
Anyway, right now I’m on my way to Pontefract and Leeds and other silly places dotted about Wonderful West Yorkshire! I think I’ll visit Danyel ‘Flash’ Gordon…
By the way, George’s finally talked my Mum into coming up here with him for the day…
Later:
Stopped off at Virgin Records. I bought the Welcome to the Pleasuredome LP pic-disc, the souvenir And Suddenly There Came a Bang! Frankie book and the ‘Welcome to The Pleasuredome’ and ‘Relax’ (US) cassinglettes.
As Mum and George went to Daphne and Giles’s house, I went to Danyel ‘Flash’ Gordon’s house. After our usual ‘hello’ chitchat, I lent him some of my silver bangles and a badge and we went out. We called for Pickle, but he didn’t come out, so we tried calling for Birdy. He wouldn’t come out either!
So I thought, ‘Flash, old chum, let’s pop down to my cousin Vicky’s house! She collects all sorts of Duran Duran ‘thingies’ – come on!’
So Flash and I valiantly trudged down to Vicky’s house where we watched some of the Royal Premiere of A View to a Kill .
Aunt Lizzie decided that Vicky should introduce Flash and I to the next-door neighbour’s daughter, Lisa. At least I think her name was Lisa. It might have been Nicola. I’m not so sure now! Anyway, she did. She’s not a bad piece, actually. But the thing that shocked me was that her mum was Shirley!
‘Who the hell’s Shirley?’ you ask.
When we lived in The Bell in Pontefract, my Mum used to go to Atlantis Health Club.
I know what you’re thinking: ‘Yea, once more, yon lad is lost in nostalgia and sentiment!’
One of the people that worked there was Shirley, who became a great friend of my Mum AND Daphne. She came to work for us at the Bell not long before we left…
So I thought, ‘Flash, old chum, let’s pop down to my cousin Vicky’s house! She collects all sorts of Duran Duran ‘thingies’ – come on!’
So Flash and I valiantly trudged down to Vicky’s house where we watched some of the Royal Premiere of A View to a Kill .
Aunt Lizzie decided that Vicky should introduce Flash and I to the next-door neighbour’s daughter, Lisa. At least I think her name was Lisa. It might have been Nicola. I’m not so sure now! Anyway, she did. She’s not a bad piece, actually. But the thing that shocked me was that her mum was Shirley!
‘Who the hell’s Shirley?’ you ask.
When we lived in The Bell in Pontefract, my Mum used to go to Atlantis Health Club.
I know what you’re thinking: ‘Yea, once more, yon lad is lost in nostalgia and sentiment!’
One of the people that worked there was Shirley, who became a great friend of my Mum AND Daphne. She came to work for us at the Bell not long before we left…
…nice little tangent there, huh?
No?
I bet you think I’m a right bastard, don’t you?
I’m right, it’s true! Everybody hates me. My teachers seem to hate me. My mates seem to hate me most of the time. The Fifth Years and the Third and Second Years hate me. I walk into town and I can hear people laughing at me. Then I wonder if I’m walking stupidly or even gay-ly. Then I try a different walk and it’s even sillier, even gayer! What a Bastard.
Life can be a real bastard!
I kid thee not!
A zip…
Janet Joy is so skinny and thin that she when she sticks her tongue out, she looks like a zip…
No?
I bet you think I’m a right bastard, don’t you?
I’m right, it’s true! Everybody hates me. My teachers seem to hate me. My mates seem to hate me most of the time. The Fifth Years and the Third and Second Years hate me. I walk into town and I can hear people laughing at me. Then I wonder if I’m walking stupidly or even gay-ly. Then I try a different walk and it’s even sillier, even gayer! What a Bastard.
Life can be a real bastard!
I kid thee not!
A zip…
Janet Joy is so skinny and thin that she when she sticks her tongue out, she looks like a zip…
Arrow pointing to: Tongue!
Arrow pointing to: Joy.
A grumpy, blue-shadowed face, sporting a New Romantic-style side-parting and quiff asks: ‘Well? So? Why me, sod head?’
Anyway, Flash and I established an idea; a sort of plan whereby I would try and ‘go’ with Lisa/Nicola, and Flash would ‘go’ with Vicky. So we asked them to come out with us, which they did. We went down to the Off Licence, where I bought some Cider.
Eventually, Vicky and Lisa/Nicola went home, so Flash and I sat in the middle of the road, drinking and singing Duran Duran songs.
Following this, we went to Arundel’s. After chatting to him, we went and pissed around in a churchyard – quite literally.
The next thing I knew, we were back at Flash’s. This young lad doesn’t even remember walking up town. I must have ridden a white swan!
OLD DIARY ENTRIES…
This time 3 years ago:
‘I got Doctor Who Monthly 66 and Star Wars Monthly 159 from town. Both of them were brilliant.’
Arrow pointing to: Joy.
A grumpy, blue-shadowed face, sporting a New Romantic-style side-parting and quiff asks: ‘Well? So? Why me, sod head?’
Anyway, Flash and I established an idea; a sort of plan whereby I would try and ‘go’ with Lisa/Nicola, and Flash would ‘go’ with Vicky. So we asked them to come out with us, which they did. We went down to the Off Licence, where I bought some Cider.
Eventually, Vicky and Lisa/Nicola went home, so Flash and I sat in the middle of the road, drinking and singing Duran Duran songs.
Following this, we went to Arundel’s. After chatting to him, we went and pissed around in a churchyard – quite literally.
The next thing I knew, we were back at Flash’s. This young lad doesn’t even remember walking up town. I must have ridden a white swan!
OLD DIARY ENTRIES…
This time 3 years ago:
‘I got Doctor Who Monthly 66 and Star Wars Monthly 159 from town. Both of them were brilliant.’
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