The Winterfood Diaries

The Winterfood Diaries

Sunday, 22 February 1987

Dead Patchy

It is about 9.30pm.

‘Upstairs’ – Gene Loves Jezebel

Yes!  Let me tell you about my day – when I’ve said something about the Gordon song ‘Your Heart is Bleeding’.  It is fucking excellent!!!

We all awoke at about 12.15pm and watched a few videos, whilst scoffing a fried breakfast courtesy of Stan.

I rang Dodo and I felt a bit of a PYLOKKE as I wasn’t very emotive.  But she wants to see me next Saturday, and I’ve still got to write to her this week.  GOD!  I HOPE I GET TO PONTEFRACT ON FRIDAY!  But how do I explain to Flash that I’ve arranged to visit his ex-girlfriend – alone?!

I got the 4.10pm bus to Wisbech and visited Daphne at her new place.  She chatted with me about my dead patchy relationship with my parents.  Dead shaky stuff!  I’ll try and get a washing-up job in a hotel in the summer, or something, if it’ll help…

So I am home.  How SHIT can you get?  It’s all shit.  Apart from the fact that I am about to write to beautiful Dodo. 

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