At Gran Winterfood’s, Airedale, Castleford, West Yorkshire.
‘Dancing Girls’ – Nik Kershaw
I can feel depression coming on again. I last felt like this about a month ago. It’s a sort of urgent, panicky need to do something … to become part of the world – become one with the plants or something…
This afternoon I went into Castleford. I bought ‘Julia’ by the Eurythmics and ‘White Wedding’ by Billy Idol, both on 7-inch.
I popped into Seymour’s Opticians and saw Gerry Gordon and Annie (at work).
I came home and listened to the tapes I’d made of Live Aid.
I rang home tonight and Giles answered. He says a girl rang up for ME! Me of all people! Yet she wouldn’t disclose her name…
PROPAGANDA released ‘P-Machinery’ today.
‘Gulp!’
A bit later:
You’ll never guess what’s just happened!
Well, Danyel ‘Flash’ Gordon’s just rung! He wants me to go to his house tomorrow, so I shall.
When I finished talking to him, I came back upstairs to find that my pen had inexplicably disappeared – well! What d’you know about that? I eventually found it, vast ages later, in a place I’d already looked about a thousand times! Pen's can be like that. Very Douglas Adams. Weird!
… Yes … even so, the depression seems to be setting in. I don’t know why.
Why?!
Probably because I haven’t had a proper girlfriend since May!
Mind you, so far this year, just to make you pig-sick and jealous, I’ve been ‘involved’ with: Mandy Dell, Jayne Tyler, Charlotte Vine, Eliza Conroy, Kirsty McDonald, Mystery Girl from Crofton, Janet Joy, Chompers, Jo Brownlow, Cally Bell, Carol Ransome, Caz from Barnsley, and Jo. I think that’s everyone – all twelve of them.
As I write this, I’m listening to Howard Jones, singing his greatest record ‘Hide And Seek’. It’s very beautiful, but also very upsetting to me, and I mean it when I say that any minute now I’ll burst out crying.
I’m in that sort of mood. Sometimes I feel like killing myself – but they tell me it would ruin countless relations’ lives.
But, World … deep down I love you.
I LOVE YOU ALL!
Cuboid love hearts…
Captain Britain in various states of stretchy decay…
Creatures, part-man, part-bear…
OLD DIARY ENTRIES…
This time 6 years ago:
‘Mum and George went on their holiday, so me and Jack are staying at Grandma Pritchard’s for a while.’
This time 2 years ago:
‘Mum started her new job – she sells showers for Porpoise in the door of Hillards. I stayed in and listened to my cassette recordings of old Doctor Who episodes.’
[Text Copyright: Elton Townend Jones/Dyad Productions, 2010 / Images subject to control of Copyright Holder / While based on true life events and designed as a study of parochial British cultural and emotional life in the 1980s, this blog is a work of fiction. Cultural icons excluded, all characters and incidents featured are entirely fictional / This blog is also non-profit and all video clips are used for illustrative purposes / No copyright infringement is intended.]
‘Dancing Girls’ – Nik Kershaw
I can feel depression coming on again. I last felt like this about a month ago. It’s a sort of urgent, panicky need to do something … to become part of the world – become one with the plants or something…
This afternoon I went into Castleford. I bought ‘Julia’ by the Eurythmics and ‘White Wedding’ by Billy Idol, both on 7-inch.
I popped into Seymour’s Opticians and saw Gerry Gordon and Annie (at work).
I came home and listened to the tapes I’d made of Live Aid.
I rang home tonight and Giles answered. He says a girl rang up for ME! Me of all people! Yet she wouldn’t disclose her name…
PROPAGANDA released ‘P-Machinery’ today.
‘Gulp!’
A bit later:
You’ll never guess what’s just happened!
Well, Danyel ‘Flash’ Gordon’s just rung! He wants me to go to his house tomorrow, so I shall.
When I finished talking to him, I came back upstairs to find that my pen had inexplicably disappeared – well! What d’you know about that? I eventually found it, vast ages later, in a place I’d already looked about a thousand times! Pen's can be like that. Very Douglas Adams. Weird!
… Yes … even so, the depression seems to be setting in. I don’t know why.
Why?!
Probably because I haven’t had a proper girlfriend since May!
Mind you, so far this year, just to make you pig-sick and jealous, I’ve been ‘involved’ with: Mandy Dell, Jayne Tyler, Charlotte Vine, Eliza Conroy, Kirsty McDonald, Mystery Girl from Crofton, Janet Joy, Chompers, Jo Brownlow, Cally Bell, Carol Ransome, Caz from Barnsley, and Jo. I think that’s everyone – all twelve of them.
As I write this, I’m listening to Howard Jones, singing his greatest record ‘Hide And Seek’. It’s very beautiful, but also very upsetting to me, and I mean it when I say that any minute now I’ll burst out crying.
I’m in that sort of mood. Sometimes I feel like killing myself – but they tell me it would ruin countless relations’ lives.
But, World … deep down I love you.
I LOVE YOU ALL!
Cuboid love hearts…
Captain Britain in various states of stretchy decay…
Creatures, part-man, part-bear…
OLD DIARY ENTRIES…
This time 6 years ago:
‘Mum and George went on their holiday, so me and Jack are staying at Grandma Pritchard’s for a while.’
This time 2 years ago:
‘Mum started her new job – she sells showers for Porpoise in the door of Hillards. I stayed in and listened to my cassette recordings of old Doctor Who episodes.’
[Text Copyright: Elton Townend Jones/Dyad Productions, 2010 / Images subject to control of Copyright Holder / While based on true life events and designed as a study of parochial British cultural and emotional life in the 1980s, this blog is a work of fiction. Cultural icons excluded, all characters and incidents featured are entirely fictional / This blog is also non-profit and all video clips are used for illustrative purposes / No copyright infringement is intended.]
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