The Winterfood Diaries

The Winterfood Diaries

Tuesday, 25 November 1986

Nothing Else Matters

‘Diamond Dogs’ – David Bowie

I haven’t really stopped thinking about Betty since yesterday, when she was taken back to hospital.  I hope she gets well.  I hope she does!

By the way, I can’t go to George’s wedding as I’ll be in Stratford-Upon-Avon on a TS trip.

So, Jen is ‘two-timing’!  It’s an affair, to all intents and purposes.  I know about Ian, but he knows nothing about me.  And the public aren’t aware, either.  She says she likes me cos I’m straight with her, down to earth and truthful; she feels that when I’m with her, it’s just us in the world and nothing else matters.  And that’s exactly how I feel about her.


It’s 8.20pm.

‘Where the Railroad Meets the Sea’ – David Sylvian

Betty’s coming home, tonaight!

God!  AIDS is going to make the human race extinct.  It says so on the News!  That’s if we’re not careful…

Why do I love Jen so much?  Does she love me?  Why are her eyes like Marilyn Monroe’s?

Wayne Hussey!

Huh?  What’s he got to do with it? 


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