To Bi Or Not to Bi?

‘Club Country’ – The Associates


Last night I thought about what Flash had asked me to do. I tried to convince myself that he had been joking, but he wasn't. He really meant it. If he asked me again, what would I say? I’d say… Dunno! Gosh! I’ve got to stop being silly and pervish!

In spite of all this, I slept peacefully and was up and ready when George came for me at 9.30am in his new Mercedes.

He took me over to Paul’s (two of my dads in the same room!) so we could say goodbye to Jack. Jack’s going to be staying there for the foreseeable future, or at least until George and Mum resolve what’s going on. It really upset me, though, because I accidentally banged Jack’s head on the door. I won’t see him again for ages and I felt bad. I got so upset.

George and I then went into Wakefield for some dinner. He also bought me the Art of Noise 'Close (to the Edit)' 12-inch picture disc, a Frankie T-shirt and some kegs.


We then went to Pontefract to pick Daphne up (she’s going to be staying with us and running the pub with George). We then drove home.

Actually, Daphne and Giles might soon be coming down to permanently manage the pub whilst George does relief work. Their son (Matt) and I will live in a caravan in the car park. Ace!!! Wild parties forever, man!

‘Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now' – The Smiths


Anyway. Here I am, back in East Anglia, missing Flash and missing fun. Back to school next week. Big thrill. School has become more boring lately, and I’m not looking forward to going back, but I’m glad I’m going around with the “LADS” now!

Crazy about Miami Vice and Propaganda!


OLD DIARY ENTRIES…

This time 5 years ago:
‘I got Doctor Who Weekly 34 and Empire Strikes Back Weekly 119 from the parade...

Mum and George have already seen Empire, which I can’t believe! They’ve seen it before me! And when they told me about it, they spoiled the ending! Darth Vader is Luke’s dad! I’m going to see it next week, I think.’

This time 2 years ago:
‘Paul picked Jack and me up and took us to Nostall. I played out with my old friend and next-door neighbour, Robert Clough (Ginner). We came home this evening and I watched Marilyn in The Misfits, which was good...

I thought Marilyn looked beautiful. Afterwards, I watched Star Wars on the video – for the eighth time.’

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Secondhand Porno Mags

My No.1: ‘Das Testementes Des Mabuse (White Cover 12-inch Mix)’ – Propaganda


We got to sleep at about 4.30am this morning – Flash’s fault, cos he’s nasty! – and eventually got up at 9.30am.

Then we both headed into Wakefield to meet that girl I met on the bus on the 25th, which seems years ago.

We arrived three quarters of an hour late – penniless – and understandably she was not there.

We went in a record shop and to our surprise and lack of money we almost died as we saw ABC’s new 12-inch, ‘Vanity Kills’, Propaganda’s ‘Duel’ on picture disc, and some more generally good records.

Later, we followed two girls about and then managed to afford three second-hand porno mags from the market and headed back to Flash’s.

I love Flash.

Gerald, Flash’s dad, returned me to Grandma Winterfood’s as George is coming to pick me up tomorrow.

Lately, I’m generally listening to stuff by Re-Flex, The Technos, Fripp & Eno and Kraftwerk, but there’s also been some good stuff on the radio: The Ramones, Cabaret Voltaire, Person To Person, The Soft Boys and The Membranes!


ABC
Art of Noise


A long-headed, jut-chinned psychobilly with a long, swirling quiff, rictus grin and twitchy nose…

Something I can’t quite make out. But it’s got zits and stubble…

A spike-haired wide boy with a shirt of many jagged collars…

Martin Fry gone wrong and goofy…
A thin-headed, bulgy-eyed, chinless chicken face with pineapple hair…

Man-Bulk from Fighting Force comic. But with a goatee beard and stubbly jaw flab sitting on his tight collar…

A puppet-face with a dangly nose, the inevitable stubbly chin – but long hairs this time – and a baseball cap…

Half skulls with no jaws…
Little Teds with big curly quiffs…

Brundle, thinking ‘SHIT-HEAD!’ in a cartoon ‘thinks’ bubble…
Billy Idol with a black devil’s beard and ‘Billy Idol’ written on his cheek in biro…

Lots of fractured stars and Nemesis the Warlock…



OLD DIARY ENTRIES…

This time 6 years ago:

'I bought a Superman comic. I'm really into Superman right now.'

This time 2 years ago:

'The school holidays began. Jack came out of hospital today.'

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Bisexual Anarchists

‘What Is Love?’ – Howard Jones


I awoke at my Dad's to discover that my Granddad Winterfood had brought my bag of records down to take to the Mighty Flash’s house/mansion/temple/synagogue. Intrepid as ever, I equipped myself with my belongings and storm-attacked Pontefract!

I went straight to Flash’s. We did various childish things, like listening to records; then we went out to grab a bite to eat.

We’ve both got this craze on whip-wielding German women in leather Nazi outfits, so we decided to see if we could find any while we were at it. Ideally, they would look like Susanne or Claudia from Propaganda...


Alack, we could not locate a single one, so, after a brief stop at Aunty Vi’s (for a whiss-whiss), we decided to call for old pal o’ mine, Birdy! Bleedin’ wimp.

Birdy was wearing a trendy outfit. So trendy that Flash and I felt ashamed to own clothes.

Birdy’s gangly, fat-bummed frame sported the usual shitty Beatles haircut that it had settled on some time before 1983. His shitty white pumps were pre-1980. He had the same flare-collared short-sleeved shirt he’d worn since 1978. His flared jeans were pre-1976. His brother’s brown socks were pre-1969. The bean-juice that caked his top lip and ruddy cheeks was pre-tea time, 29th May 1985. He looked like such a hippy leftover that he might as well have worn a badge (on his green body warmer) that said: ‘I LOVE NEIL’.

Get the jist? Yeah, a hippy bastard!

Jimmy Nail, resplendent in full broken nose and split chin…

JIMMY NAIL: Love don’t live here any more … Aw, bollocks, man!

Ritcherd Winterfood, resplendent in zit smattering and New Order haircut…

RITCHERD: Bird’s a tird!

Birdy came out and we went for Pickle.

Pickle came out and we bought some “porno” mags from the Kiosk – one for me, one for Pickle. We forced Flash to go in and get them.

Afterwards, Flash, Pickle and I got the lift up to the top floor of the flats behind the Kiosk and dropped Quatro cans at Birdy who stood innocently below. We shouted down for him to bring them back up. When he did, we sent him back down and did it all over again.


We then went on a jungle expedition over Mill Hill and ended up in the now barbarically shaven Valley Gardens, where Birdy, Pickle and I used to play in 1982 and ‘83. We reminisced about things like the fully dramatised Star Wars tapes (based on the Marvel Treasury Edition) we made at The Bell and about when we used to play on the slag heaps at the Prince of Wales colliery.


Eventually, Flash and I came in for tea and I was given permission to stay the night.

After tea, we wandered the streets of Ponty, but got bored so we came in and chatted till about 11.30pm. Then we came to bed and read our porno mags.

Flash and I seem to be turning ‘bi-sexual’ as we both ‘like’ (that’s toned down) certain men and are fascinated by gay sex.

I guess I’m very curious, given some of the situations I once found myself in (with a particular boy who shall remain nameless), but that didn’t prepare me for what Flash just said in bed. He told me he fancied me, and asked me to make love to him. He’s never got off with a boy before, but wants to with me. I told him I really like him, but that I definitely prefer girls. I felt intrigued by the idea, and I really do like him a lot - you might almost say I’ve fallen in love with him - but, still, I turned him down. I want something more with Flash. Something truly special.

OLD DIARY ENTRIES…

This time 2 years ago:
‘I went to hospital with Mum and George to see Jack. Afterwards we went to Gran Pritchard’s.’

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A Day with Flash in Leeds

Guess who we saw today?

I’ll leave you in suspense and start from the beginning!!!

‘Butcher Baby’ – The Plasmatics


I went to my Dad’s house. He bought me (UK) Secret Wars issue 3.

Then he, Annie and I caught the bus from Castleford to Leeds.

On leaving the bus, we were suddenly attacked by the Mighty Flash in his Terran form. What’s more, he wanted to borrow 50p. My Dad lent him it and gave some money to me.

Flash and I went off and so did Dad and Annie – in the opposite direction.

Flash and I went to Virgin Records and I bought the ‘Tears Are Not Enough’ and ‘The Look of Love’ 7-inches by ABC.


In Lewis’s I bought Frankie’s ‘Two Tribes’ cassingle with a beautifully long remix of what is probably one of my favourite ever songs.


I also bought (from Skyrack) issue 48 of the US Amazing Spider-Man mag by Stan Lee and John Romita. This is the oldest Marvel comic I own!


My Dad also bought me an artist’s drawing pen and some ink.

It was great to see Flash and we still get on really, really well. I love spending time with him and wish I could see a lot more of him.

Tonight, my Dad finished doing me a really great tape and I’m sleeping on the lounge floor.

‘A View to a Kill’, Duran Duran’s new record, is brilliant! Ah! What’s coming over me? I haven’t liked Duran so much since Rio. I used to love ‘Is There Something I Should Know?’

Oh no! This could mean the coming of the Great Durannie Resurrection!

OLD DIARY ENTRIES…

This time 4 years ago:
‘I bought Smash Hits for the lyrics to ‘Stand and Deliver’ by Adam and the Ants and ‘Funeral Pyre’ by The Jam. It also had articles about Kim Wilde and Landscape.’


This time 2 years ago:
‘I got a Star Wars mag and the Return of the Jedi novel.

Jack’s had to go into hospital for a circumcision, because his foreskin swelled up like a big fat red tyre!’

What a terribly fulfilling life I have led. Oh well, on to tomorrow…

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From One Dad to Another...

‘Men In Black’ – The Stranglers


I got up at 12pm and collected all my stuff together. Paul brought me to my Grandma Winterfood’s in Airedale, Castleford.

I rang my Dad to see if I could have a walk down to his house. I couldn’t because they were going out! So I stayed in! But I’m going to Leeds with him tomorrow!

Snotty little freaks with stripey noses and blond toff hair and Peter Davison’s Doctor Who, all in the style of Tim Quinn and Dicky Howett. Whichever one draws the pictures…

A very goofy Reed Richards in an odd variation of the Fantastic Four costume. No arms or legs…

A bald man with one eye blacked. He’s saying, ‘Ooh!’ He has a long, stubbly neck and question marks on his 70s style collars…

A stupid-looking Martin Fry from the side…

An odd, sidelong Spock with a leering grin and a jutting double chin. Curly, mulletted hair down the back of his neck…

Someone else, perspiring and spitting like he’s got a disease. Rabies, or something. Short, tidy hair, slicked down. Vast stubbly, double chin. Like it belongs to Desperate Dan and Captain Britain. Foam, dribbling out of his stiff mouth. Black make-up covering his cheeks…

Another stubble-necked man with slicked back hair. But he’s wearing a highly-detailed face mask. It’s tied about his head with a thick string. The mask has hollow eyes, a passive mouth, a simian jaw…

Another man, in the New Romantic Super Hero mould. All Nick Rhodes quiff and Clark Kent chin. High cheekbones. He has a fancy tunic collar, but he looks like he’s seen a ghost…

OLD DIARY ENTRIES…

This time 2 years ago:
‘I am home!!!! I got a Return of the Jedi poster magazine at the airport…

…Went to Birdy’s.’

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My Last Day in Nostall

‘A View to a Kill' – Duran Duran


Jack and I got up fresh ‘n’ early and Paul took us to the swimming baths with Nina (Paul’s fiancée), Wesley, Natasha, Nina’s friend and Nina’s friend’s daughter. It was a laugh, even though I can’t swim, even though I’m claustrophobic, even though I’m scared of being in deep water and even though the chlorine stings my eyes like bugger.

This will be the last time, on this brief stay in Yorkshire, that I see Nina and the kids.

Natasha…
In the pool café, where I actually played Duran’s new record on the jukebox!


Tonight, I went to Ginner’s. Kirsty Mullen – one of my old girlfriends from 1976 – came over and punched his head in because she thought he’d smashed her garage door in or something! Poor Ginner. He’s got to live with it, though! I’m off tomorrow.

Martin Fry’s got the correct hairdo now. But he’s grinning goofily like a cartoon rabbit…

A gurn-jawed freak rolls a liquorice cigarette between tufty chin and little nose. His hair rolls back like a huge chicken’s mane…

OLD DIARY ENTRIES…

This time 2 years ago:
‘Rimini: We went for a walk today, and visited the Costa d’Horo Hotel where we said farewell to our rep, Margaret.’

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Skyrack

‘Duel’ - Propaganda


Hellfire!

At the last minute, Paul decided he couldn’t take me to the comic mart in Leeds. So, as determined as any decent Marvelite, I ran for the bus.

I eventually reached Leeds three hours after the mart had opened, and even then I couldn’t find the bloody thing. So I decided to look for the fabled Skyrack comic shop in the Merrion Centre. I’d failed to discover it in years gone by, but today I found it!

There, I purchased issue two of the US Peter Parker the Spectacular Spider-Man. I also bought some old British Spideys - including issue one - and three US Marvel Tales (176, 177 & 178). They are reprints of Amazing Spider-Man: the last two Ditko issues and the first John Romita issue. Ace. And I love Romita.


On the bus back to Nostall, I got talking to a really sexy girl and we’ve arranged to meet each other on Thursday at 11am at Wakefield Bus Station. I can’t wait. I don’t even know her name. All I know is that she lives in Crofton and her birthday is on July 2nd. Should be good.

Tonight, Ginner (Robert Clough) from next door called for me. I went to his and we taped some records. He’s mad on Duran Duran. What a fart! Mind you, their latest single – ‘A View to a Kill’ – is good. It’s brilliant in fact.

Had some red wine at Ginner’s. Fucking strong, I think I’m pissed!!

OLD DIARY ENTRIES…

This time 2 years ago:
‘Rimini: Return of the Jedi premieres in America today. We went back to San Marino…

…where I got another Marilyn mirror and a badge.’

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Flash Goes to Peterborough

‘Ever So Lonely’ – Monsoon


Today, I rang the Mighty Flash once more. To my stunned amazement, he was not presently gracing his abode with his presence.

He rang me back later on. I begged and grovelled at the swine to let me stay at his house. But the Lord saw me as nothing more than a pile of Oscrapp. I was not allowed to stay because he is going to Peterborough to a wedding! I come up here; he goes down there. Oh well!

So, it looks like I’m at Paul’s another night. Oh well, he says he might take me to a comic mart in Leeds tomorrow.



OLD DIARY ENTRIES…

[My Granddad Pritchard left school at 14 on the 24th May 1936 and started work at Town Hall Fisheries, Gillygate, Pontefract. For a wage of seven shillings a week, he peeled potatoes, but left in the September of that year to go and work at Ackton Hall Colliery, Featherstone, as a surface worker – Ritcherd, 1990]

This time 5 years ago:
‘I got Doctor Who Weekly 33 and Star Wars Weekly 118 – now Empire Strikes Back Weekly – from the parade…

…I’m very excited about seeing the Star Wars film! I might be going to see it with a girl called Lisa from school. I don’t know her very well, but she’s spoken to me a few times in break and on the way home. Mum says her dad, who’s Irish, comes in the club. Apparently, she’s been telling him about our chats, and he’s told Mum. He said she wants to see the film and would I like to go with her. I said I’d love to. She seems okay and I’ve never been to the pictures with a girl before. Should be good.’

This time 2 years ago:
‘Rimini: We were going to go to an amusement park called Fiabilandia today, but it rained so we didn’t. I got another Marilyn poster (from The Seven Year Itch) and we went to La Torre.’


This time last year:
‘I bought some US Marvel comics: Marvel Tales 165 & 166, Spectacular Spider-Man 92, Marvel Team-Up 143, the brilliant Uncanny X-Men 183, Secret Wars 3 and - best of all - the genius Alpha Flight 12. I love John Byrne, he’s amazing. Alpha Flight 12 is probably one of the best comics I’ve ever read. It’s almost as good as the death of Jean Grey in the X-Men and easily as good as Alan Moore’s Captain Britain.’

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Teenage Masturbation

‘I Kissed The Spiky Fridge’ – King


God! I miss my Mayfair to masturbate with…

I say that, but I’ve actually found three pretty good dirty mags under Paul’s settee: a Penthouse starring Samantha Fox, a Fiesta with a pair of lesbians in foam and a Best of Mayfair starring Lesley Anne Down (out of Upstairs, Downstairs) - oh, and Leslie Crowther’s daughter!


This evening, I visited Holly Jones and helped her and Julie do their paper round.

My No.1: ‘Duel’ – Propaganda


OLD DIARY ENTRIES…

This time 6 years ago:
‘I got Star Wars Weekly 66.’

This time 2 years ago:
‘Rimini: Jack and I played in the sea this morning. Pat and Jim have gone home to Northern Ireland, but we’ve agreed to stay in touch. It started to rain heavily so we went in. Later, when it had stopped, Mum and George bought me some Marilyn Monroe stuff – a mirror, three stickers, a postcard and a poster of her from The Last Sitting. I’ve gone crazy about her.’


[MARILYN WAS SOMETHING OF AN OBSESSION THROUGHOUT MY TEENAGE. NOTHING HAD EVER MADE ME FEEL QUITE SO EXPLOSIVELY EROTIC AS THAT WONDERFUL POSTER FROM THE PHOTO SHOOT WITH BERT STERN, NOW KNOWN AS THE LAST SITTING. I LOVED MY PARENTS FOR INDULGING THIS INTEREST AND PASSION THAT I HAD DISCOVERED WITHIN MYSELF AND INDEPENDENTLY OF ANYONE ELSE'S SUGGESTION. AND I STILL SEE MONROE AS QUITE THE BEAUTY PARAGON – Ritcherd, 22nd May 1994]

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Six Years From Now: 22/05/91

SIX YEARS FROM NOW…

'5.35pm:
BADGER HOUSE, TILNEY ST LAWRENCE

And so, here I am again – Winterfood the mildly omnipotent at your service for further trials and tribulations in my tempestuous life! Mmm, I’m so interesting.

For now, I’m staying over at Stan’s! It’s sunny and I feel good.

8.34pm:
Next Generation was gorgeous this evening. A Matter of Honor is now my favourite episode. Second place goes to Heart of Glory. They’re both Klingon episodes.

TOMORROW, Stan and I visit Wetlands High School, exactly five years since the Leaving Party – ooh-arr, memories! Stan mentioned to me that we ought to get a reunion together – so we are. This evening, Stan rang Mr Williams, our former Deputy Head, who said we could go over and see him. What a feeling it will be to go back there after five years and see some of our old teachers, etc. Williams even asked us if we’d take an assembly – GOOD GOD!

11.50pm:
The Season of the Gemini is upon us. The stars are aligned, the numbers are in sequence, and the heat is high. Lilith MUST come and stay this weekend! It is her birthday and I shall make it a birthday to be remembered. We can be naked together. We can talk and touch and listen. We can find each other and understand this thing in our hearts. We can just… BE. But will she come? Will she? I really doubt it.'

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Chuck's Birthday

‘Wide Boy’ – Nik Kershaw



It’s my Granddad Pritchard’s birthday! William ‘Chuck’ Pritchard was born on the 21st May 1922 in Pontefract.

I’m still in Nostall, staying at Paul’s with Jack, and still reading So Long and Thanks for All the Fish. It's definitely the best one. I love Fenchurch and I love the flying!

OLD DIARY ENTRIES…

This time 6 years ago:
‘I got Star Wars Weekly 65. Brilliant.’

This time 2 years ago:
‘Rimini: Today we played on the beach with Pat and Jimmy. Tonight we went to Gadara Castle for a medieval banquet and a jousting tournament. It was great!’

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So Long and Thanks for All the Fish

‘Jewel’ – Propaganda


Went to the Ridings Centre in Wakefield. Paul bought me the US edition of the ‘Relax’ 12-inch and the ‘War (Hidden)’/‘Two Tribes (Carnage)’ 12-inch by Frankie, and Propaganda’s ‘Duel’ in a Limited Edition gatefold double-pack with a very sexy picture of Claudia Brücken in the middle.


Oh, I also bought So Long and Thanks for All the Fish, Douglas Adams’ latest ‘Hitch-Hiker’ book! It’s ace.

Tonight we watched Breakdance on the video. And I enjoyed it! GASP (in a zap-pow spiky bubble)!


Then I watched Lord of the Rings,

which was great - obviously - but it doesn't do the third book, which is a shame...


Aren’t I boring, eh?

OLD DIARY ENTRIES…

This time 2 years ago:
‘Rimini: On the beach, Jack and I played with Pat and Jimmy and got to know them. We all walked out into the sea and seemed to be able to walk for miles before it got deep.’

[Images subject to control of individual Copyright Holders including works originated by Elton Townend Jones, but excluding any images or design attributed to ‘The Situation’ which are copyright of The Situation (see specific acknowledgements in the ‘Thanks to…’section below) / ‘Berwin Groomstool’ is an iteration of the Situation character‘William Whicker’ and falls under joint copyright of Elton Townend Jones and Waen Shepherd / Based on true events and designed as a study of parochial British cultural and emotional life in the late 20th century, this blog is a work of fiction – cultural icons excluded, all characters and incidents featured are entirely fictional / This blog is non-profit; all video clips are used for illustrative purposes and always come from YouTube / No copyright infringement is intended – just trying to get things into context. Never forget: no man is an island. If you think anything I’ve used is damaging you in any way, please comment and immediate action will be taken to minimise offence / This notice was amended on 1 July 2012 and is intended to cover this and all posts on www.25yearstoolate.blogspot.com that precede it]