‘Blockbuster’ – The Sweet
Hello there, mates.
I’ve got the day off. Bet I’ll have to do lots of shit jobs, eh, people? I’ll write more later, I think, but first I’ve gotta tidy me room. Or Betty’ll do me o’er. Then I’ll get some nosh.
Yo-Ho-Ho! What a luverly, luverly mornan’! I ain’t seen such a luverly mornan’ since… oh, I don’t know whan! The sun is out. So is the sky. As is my dick. Erm. The birds are singin’…
Fucking Typical! Pisses it down all day yesterday, ruins me hair, soaks me to death and ruins me Kung Fu slippers. But today – me day off – it’s sunny. I bet I’ll have to cut the bastard hedge now.
SHAYTE! SHART! SHOOTARH!
See you lahtah, pop-Goths…
‘Stay Close’ – Jansen & Takahahsi
I’ve tidied me room, but I ain’t scoffed owt yet. What a gyppo, eh?!
So. Who’s gonna win the Election tomorrow, eh? I think the Conservatives will. I don’t suppose I care who gets in any more. All the parties have some good in them and, then again, some bad. I used to be really anti-Labour, and I suppose I still am in some ways, but it would be useful if they got in. Y’see if Maggie gets back in, students aiming for higher education won’t get grants any more. They’ll have to borrow the dosh from the government and then pay it back! With Labour, students get a fatter grant.
Who cares, though?
It’s all right for me to feel pretty Conservative at the moment, but I don’t work, do I?
Actually, if I was ever ‘ruined’, i.e. ligged outta college, I’d probably turn very Anarchist.
Fuck the Election! I’m not old enough to vote, so why am I worrying about it? Well, not worrying, more sort of being saturated by it. Being bored and irritated by it…
Aren’t Birthdays irritating, eh? I mean, here I am on the last day of ‘sixteen’ and I don’t really want to be ‘seventeen’ tomorrow. I feel as tho’ I should be ‘eighteen’. Anyhow, I’ve had lotsa post. WAH DOO BEY DOO. I ain’t opened ‘em yet, cos I’m a bit of a traditionalist in that sense. I like surprises. At a guess, though, the cards are from Gran Winterfood, Paul, and I know one of ‘em is from Flay-hesh Gordon. I’ll open ‘em tomorrow…
Roger says he’s sending me a card, as do Saskia, Nigel, and Simon. And I suppose Naomi might be sendin’ one. It’s all very exciting, is it not? Cos Roger tells me a mystery gurlie is sendin’ me a card, also…
Time for breakfast methinks and a bit o’ Revision. YAAIIIRGH!!!
I’m listening to ‘Stay Close’ by Jansen / Takahashi.
I don't want to say it's crap, but it’s just not where I am right now..
‘Shake the Disease’ – Depeche Mode
I’ve just watched Conquest of The Planetof the Apes and it was ace.
I opened one o’ my cards. It was from Gran + Granddad Sugden. They’re gonna gimme a present when they see me, they say.
I want a shit! I will have a shit. I will also read Richard III.
What a life, eh?
BABBER TIME. See ya!
‘When the Wind Blows’ – David Bowie
By the gayboy, Noreen Lambert is getting me a pressie. Or so she reckons. Yahrse. I went up to her t’other day and said, ‘Is tha gerrin’ me a card? An’ an Alien Sex Fiend album wouldn’t go amiss…’
I was only joking, but yesterday she said to me, ‘I’ll get you a card ‘n’ a prezzy on Saturday!’
An’ I said, ‘Yer wha’?’ in shock.
And she said, ‘You’re my friend.’
‘Oh,’ I thought.
‘I only speak to you once in a bluemoon.’
But she says, ‘Well, we’re friends all the same, and I always buy my friends Birthday presents.’
‘Oh,’ methought. And that was it…
Now to clean the Bathroom!
‘Hugga Wugga’ – The Muppets
FAROOOK! I’m dying to break open these envelopes, but on top of all this anxious anticipation, methinks that Freddie ‘n’ Jack are gonna play some wicked trix on me upon the Morrer…
Oh shit. I’ve got an English Lit exam tomorrow. Oh. How shyte! Mock exams are crap.
Flash’s envelope is per-itty fat…
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