It’s been an interesting month: Ranya wanting to go out with me, but me falling madly in love with Lilith again; moving out of Jersey Farm and into a flat on WaverleyRoad; Jonny’s mum winning the Pools and becoming a millionaire; Andy Bishop visiting... But really it’s all about me and Lili getting back together.
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I’m still not sure how I feel about my hair and my image. I still feel like cutting the mop off and smartening up. Mind you, summer’s here. Long hair feels groovy in the summer and it’s not a time to smarten up, it’s a time to hang loose. So I don’t know.
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Jack rang. He wants me to tape him much Goth stuff. Funny that.
Saw Ranya tonight. She suggested that it only seems to me as if the good times are getting further away. What is really happening is that I’m passing through a void between ‘good time galaxies’ and soon I will be among bigger and brighter good times.
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I came to Flash’s yesterday and we buried a ‘time capsule’ in his vast back garden – a biscuit tin full of drawings, written ramblings, Situation stuff (including a tape) and a yoghurt.
Tonight, we recorded a Situation tribute to The Beatles called Situation: Insecticide.
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NEXT TIME: ‘We’ve Got a Fuzzbox and We’re Gonna Use It…’
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Actually, it turned out to be a lot more than that.
I got on the Uni bus and chatted at length with Diana. Kate got on at RADLETT and she felt as fucked as I did.
At Uni, Kate and I sat in the bar and had a cup of tea. I could have fallen asleep very easily, but at 12pm, DEREK, who was organising the crawl, pulled the posse together. There were about twelve of us (including a likeable bloke called PHIL and lots of my fellow Philosophy students).
At the first pub, Kate and I sat and talked about life in general and found ourselves having quite a laugh. From there, we all set out to LEICESTER SQUARE (Kate sitting on my lap on the tube, saying: ‘We must do this more often…’) and had a pint in Moon Under Water. Here, Kate and I got onto her favourite topic of conversation: SEX.
The other day, when she asked me if I thought we’d ever have sex again, I couldn’t be sure. Right now, I’d like to think we will.
‘Aspray’ – Kitchens Of Distinction
Anyway, for the rest of the day, all she and I talked about was sex. In COVENT GARDEN, she told me many wonderful things about her sex life and her fantasies. We agreed that sex ought to be infinite in its variety and experimentation.
After Covent Garden, we decided to leave the others and go off alone. We spent much of the afternoon in Soho, wandering around the sex and video shops. We had a great time. We loved it.
‘This is doing me no good at all,’ she said with a wink.
I bought a porno video and she bought some handcuffs. We were both mesmerised by the HUGE dildos in ANN SUMMERS. She told me that when she gets one (‘a very big one’), she’ll let me watch her use it. A butt plug, too.
We went for a cappuccino and I told her much about my ‘kinky’ sex experiences. She seemed quite fascinated. Then we tried a couple more pubs and then had a meal in Chinatown at a place called Lok Ho Fook. Here, we talked sex for ages. She says she loves anal sex and is amazed that so many men she has met regard it as a turn-off. I couldn’t believe that.
‘I’m having a great day,’ she said. ‘I never believed we’d do anything like this again.’
As we waited for the movie, she told me all kinds of things she’d like us to do together and I readily agreed to them all. It turns out she masturbates as much as me (and possibly more), which is quite a lot – and always every morning and every night without fail. She even has to nip off for a wank during lectures sometimes.
God, I want sex with her. I really, really do. But I love her company, too. She’s so easy to be with, so relaxed. She never seems to get uptight about anything. It’s so fucking easy to be with her. This was my best day out in London for ages.
She was going to come back here, but by the time we hit ST ALBANS it was really late.
But soon, I hope. I want to spend as much time as I can with Kate before that Summer Holiday comes…
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This aft’ I went to King’s Lynn and met up with Jonny, Nandy, Kat and Jolene. Great to see them all. The sooner we can get this court case sorted, the better. I hope everything works out in our favour. My life is fucking itself, financially.
Jolene’s got a job for 10 weeks with a theatre co. somewhere in the Midlands. At least someone’s got a career.
Later on, I bumped into Astra Trellis for the first time in ages. I had tea at her place (she lives in Lynn with Gary). It was ace to see her.
This evening, I met up with Lilith. She’s ace and we’ve been having a LOOOVE time at my place. It’s great to see her.
Don’t read Doctor Who – Time & the Rani. It’s shite.
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I BOUGHT THE ‘JUMP THEY SAY’ CD DOUBLE-PACK (WITH SOME GREAT REMIXES). I’M LISTENING TO IT ON HEADPHONES. MY HAIR IS STANDING ON END. I FEEL VULNERABLE. POWERFUL, TOO. OH GOD!
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After much drinking and dancing, FERGIE and I left ADELAIDE’S with hugs and kisses from KATE and RHONDA and stumbled back to mine at about two o’clock this morning.
At the flat, we sat in candlelight and I read Fergie’s runes for her (her idea). I hope she was happy with the result.
We went to bed at about 3.30 this morning, sleeping together in my star-filled bed. Not that we actually got to sleep until about 5am, because we were talking and talking and talking. I had a lot to say about LILITH and much advice to seek.
I admire that Fergie fully understands Lili’s position and can see why she would take such a course. However, like me, Fergie does not believe (and god, who does?) that HE is the solution to Lili’s problems. Fergie’s advice and brutal honesty was something I needed. Her opinion is so important to me.
As the conversation continued, Fergie began to crumble over the ghost of her former lover ELLIOT. It’s been two years now since they parted. I am so sad for her. In two years time I could be her. I don’t want that. I don’t.
We finally got up at lunchtime and had BAGELS for breakfast. Eventually, we went out into ST ALBANS and had a cup of tea in PALMERS. Of course, we talked and talked, until finally we went to meet Howard, her ex-boyfriend (who had just passed his driving test). He was a pleasant bloke. We all went for a coffee at Planet of the Crepes and then I finally left them to it, giving Fergie a big hug as I went.
I really do love her. Fergie, I mean. Soon we are going to:
a) decorate my bathroom
(why not? With Lilith gone, it looks like I’ll be here until the end of 1998… Shit…)
b) go on holiday to the Lake District.
‘At The Other End Of The Telescope’ – Elvis Costello
This afternoon, I finally rang CHIP to wish him a happy 10th birthday. Ten years of the best brother in the world! He’s currently playing with all my STAR WARS figures – toys I had when I was 10.
Of course, I ended up talking to BETTY and had to tell her the whole sordid Lilith tale. She too is among the many millions that believe Lilith and HE will not last, giving them a year at most. I hope they don’t. Perhaps with him finally erased from her aspirations my position will be strengthened. Surely?
I also spoke to JACK, who’s doing well for himself. He works for the Probationary Service, on £12,000 a year – which is twice what I (only just) earn these days.
Funny, I have such a passion for owning my own home now. Maybe doing it all up myself? Easy to say when I don’t have two fucking pennies to rub together…
Still, I have had a couple of wonderful days with Fergie. There goes a true friend.
EVEN SO, I still cried choking tears when I went to bed. I get scared that if I take the sensible course of not thinking about Lili, in an attempt to stop torturing myself, then that will mean my ‘magic wishing’ for her to come back to me will lose its energy and power.
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Maths Lesson Letter Between Ritcherd and Sadie Woolf:
Ritcherd:
Hello, Sadie! I’m depressed cos I’m going thru a bad patch. So this isn’t my usual sort of letter. Argh! What a boring twatty sod life is to me. Oh well. Hey. My Dad says ‘Hello’! X
Sadie:
Hiya Ritchy-Witchy. Well, life’s not too bad at the mo, but I’m sure it will all change soon when the (dare I say it) exams start. I think that me and you should go out together some time and have a really ‘good time’. By the way, I’m glad your Dad remembers me, well, sort of remembers, I suppose. Tia is being really boring this lesson, so do something to annoy her! X
Ritcherd:
Okay, Sadie. Let’s go to the pictures this weekend and then get drunk in town – even though I am broke. Sounds like a good idea to me. Anything does right now. X
Sadie:
Oh thanks! Well, I suppose that we could go to see Fright Night and then find a cozy little ‘spot’ (!) and then snuggle down with a bottle of vodka, get absolutely pissed, then… Who knows?
Ritcherd:
Sounds okay to me, Spadger. How about a spot of Gin? No, I wouldn’t mind snuggling down in a cozy little ‘spot’, just you and me. A nice ‘romantic’ evening. When? Never, I suppose… Sounds v. interesting, though, so come on, Sadie, name a date! X
Sadie:
Well, I am not sure. Would you like to go to Lynn or Wisbech?
Ritcherd:
I would like to go to Lynn. And you could show me around the place. And Lynn.
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Escape from Flash’s mum’s place. I’ve returned to Gran W’s. Flash is back in Oxford by now.
I’ve been to see Louise. She’s lost so much weight and looks great!
Saw my Dad, briefly. Odd.
Saw Elbow.
I watched 2001: A Space Odyssey again tonight.
Genius.
Can’t wait to see the little beauty that is Lilith.
Been listening to LOTS of David Bowie.
MUSIC: David Bowie, King Crimson, Peter Hammill, Hothouse Flowers, Tears For Fears, John LeeHooker, The Shamen, Ancient Beatbox, Lynsey De Paul, Ozzy Osbourne, Traffic, The Idle Race, Love & Money, Peanut Butter Conspiracy, United States Of America, Freez, Quincey Jones, KC & the Sunshine Band, The Sugarhill Gang.
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I went into Wisbech and from a distance Jazz and I saw BMW and Wiggy. I must say it is pretty sickening! Nethers!
Tonight, Jazz, Joey, Scumburger, Cheggers, Human Beatbox, Dave, lanky Legs + moi went into town for a doss and a piss up. We bumped into Sophie Fisher, BMW’s friend whom I met at the party last November. I told her of my BMW predicament and she ‘felt’ for me, mentally. She came round town with us and I enjoyed her company. We also went to BMW’s to get Jazz’s jumper back, but BMW wasn’t there.
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I had just returned from a holiday in the North, bringing a friend back with me. It was a warm Saturday afternoon and we were walking around the local town of Wisbech, which my friend was enjoying. I can only assume is that this was because it was all new to him and he was from Yorkshire.
But I stray from the story of the Wasp.
I first met her outside the Museum at Wisbech, quite by accident. She was with her friend Noreen (with whom I had some small acquaintance) and was, quite frankly, the most radiant being I had ever come across.
I had never developed a real bond of friendship with Noreen and so, in spite of the Wasp’s radiating beauty, would happily have gone on my way. But I was most surprised when Noreen, sitting on the Museum steps, called me over. Ever one for an opportunity to meet a sexy girl, I clambered up the steps, dragging my friend with me, to find out why we had been called…
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I rang BMW and asked if I could collect the comics I had left at her house. She said yes!
Actually, I was only going so I could chat to her, but when I got there, after a bastarding hard bike ride, she was waiting at the door for me and I had to leave straight away! But she still wants to save the Christmas Card I sent her!
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At last, I left my Gran’s in Yorkshire and returned home to East Anglia, hoping to ring BMW and ask her out. I rang, but then she told me the news that has put me back miles. She now goes out with a kid from her school – Wiggy! He’s someone who she used to talk about when she went out with me...
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We then moved on to my Gran’s and tried sticking up Situation posters in Queen’s Park. We also recorded some new Situation ‘acts’ on a tape called Mixed Bag.
Ah yuh.
This has been a great day. The Situation has reached a new peak!
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Tonight I am at my Dad’s, which is great. He’s given me some records and done me a tape. I’ve really enjoyed myself! So piss off and up yours, you screaming bender or I’ll bray you o’er.
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I was supposed to meet up with girly Flash today, but I didn’t. I bet he thinks I’m a rait screwing bastard! Instead, I went up town and bought Gran some chox (as it is her birthday), and for me, I got some perv mags. Groover!
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