25 Years Too Late...

25 Years Too Late...

Monday, 30 June 1986

Lodger

‘African Night Flight’ – David Bowie



Lodger is VERY strange…


…but I’ve copied it and the Low tape and made my own compilation.


Today, though, has been generally crap – stripping and painting the doors of the bungalow, etc, blah, blah, boredom!




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NEXT TIME: ‘Upset at everything…’

Sunday, 29 June 1986

The Man Who Sold the World

‘Width of A Circle’ – David Bowie

Did jobs around the house and yard, etc, but listened to me Bowie tapes a lot!  V. Groove ‘n’ stuff.  The best one being The Man Who Sold the World!



Melba rang me.  We had such a good chat and got on so well.  She’s great.  I think I love her.  No – I’m certain I do!

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NEXT TIME: ‘Lodger…’

Saturday, 28 June 1986

Groovy Dreams

‘Speed of Life’ – David Bowie




Oh.  Did I tell you about the dreams?  Oh, I’ve had some rait groovers. 


First one: I started going out with BMW again at the WhistleTest studios

Two: I argued with BMW over why she was with Wiggy.


Three: I met David Bowie at school, and Boy George raped me in the Gents.


And four: I went to Barnes Bysea with BMW behind Melba and Wiggy’s backs.



‘Breaking Glass’ – David Bowie



Anyway, today I went into town. 



Borrowed some Bowie tapes from the library (The Man Who Sold the World, Low and Lodger) and – amahzing fax – went round with Angie Jones.  This time we discussed the lack of night clubs ‘n’ discos in Wisbech.  And what if we ruled the world?  Gadd, eh? 

Well.  Tatty, me old pop spadgers.

Fwing!  Wang!  Fwop!  Nig!  Nig!  Pootoofers!


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NEXT TIME: ‘The Man Who Sold The World…’

Friday, 27 June 1986

Goths and Gits

‘Hack Attack’ – Sigue Sigue Sputnik




I went into Wisbech today and bumped into Astra (Asda) Trellis who really irritated me.  So cynical.  What a bloody wicker!  I later bumped into Jazz, who came with me when I had my hair cut and spiked. 


Also, after receiving info about the gig from a nice young punkette called Mags, I decided to grovel a ticket from one of the bands, but they told me they’d sold out.  Which they said, laughing!  I bet they were lying!  Gits!  All of them.  Yes, Ash, Rod and Dan, all of whom I’ve ‘known’ and said hello to through Asda and co.  Well, bollocks to all the ‘Goths’ mentioned in today’s entry.  Including Trellis!  Who needs bastards like you? 


[THIS’LL BE WELL FUNNY IN APRIL 1988 - Future Ritcherd]


Didn’t like them.  Pathetic load of tits!


I hate Goths… 


[VERY ANTI-GOTHIC, EH, MR WINTERFOOD?  DEAR READERS, WAIT TILL YOU SEE THIS WINTERFOOD PERSON NEXT YEAR.  HE’LL EAT HIS WORDS! - Future Ritch]


Oh.  I rang nice person Angie tonait, to see if she wor off into Spacky, shaighty Wisbeeeeeeeeech tomorrow.

- she wasn’t in -


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NEXT TIME: ‘Groovy dreams…’

Thursday, 26 June 1986

Gits and Goths




Today, whilst in town, Betty bumped into Nicky Brown and chatted with her.  But guess who was with Nicky?  My girlfriend – Melba Dench!  Ulp!  Next time I see Melba, will I be embarrassed by this fact?  Mehopes in the ‘not’ direction. 


Sorry, pop-chids, but I haven’t gone into detail about myself for centuries.  So here goes. 


Right now, I’m amazingly in love with Melba, really into David Bowie and Bauhaus and also Smash Hits!  Plus, I’m v. much looking for a penpal/correspondent in either Japan or W. Germany. 


And guess wot, chiddehs? 


I’m going to write to a West German one I found in the RSVP column of Smash Hits.  Her name is Claudia and she’s v. into David Bowie.  Good, eh?  I’ve composed the letter.  All that remains now is sending the bleeder.  Ho-hum.


‘Dear Prudence’ – Siouxsie and the Banshees



Now, Chiddies in Chiddehland, how’s about dis den? 


There’s a gig in Wisbech tomorrow, featuring all the v. gothic Wisbech bands (made up of various cool people Astra and Hazel know, like Ash, Rod Griffin, Dan Berry, Womble, etc) and I wanna go, so there, farty!


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NEXT TIME: ‘Gits and goths…’

Wednesday, 25 June 1986

Wimbleyjobs and Starf


‘Paperback Writer’ – The Beatles



Wimbleyjobs and starf!  Let me tell thee a rait gadd thang!  Looking Forward is me to the end of The Situation.


And now! 


Mega-big News presents:


OH GOD! by Ritcherd Winterfood.


Today, I said nab-nab-ning!  Melba went for her job interview.  I hope she gets it. 


To be continued!


Will Danyel Gordon be able to stay in the summertime?  Will Ritcherd and Melba’s relationship last?  And if woods is ‘wadds’ and woman is ‘wammon’, is cooker ‘cacker’?


These questions are to be answered in the next episode, pop toffs!


Oh, and I like ‘Mountains’ by Prince.


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NEXT TIME: ‘RSVP’

Thanks to Waen Shepherd

Tuesday, 24 June 1986

Missing Miami Vice

‘Blue Jean’ – David Bowie



Crap!  Naff ‘n’ cark!  Missed Miami Vice!



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NEXT TIME: ‘Wimbleyjobs!’

Monday, 23 June 1986

Songs About Nicky Brown

‘Dancing’ – Bauhaus



Rang Danyel Gordon and we’ve only got two more Situation tapes to go before the end.  These will form part of Situation: Hopeless – The Motion Picture.  He’s written a song about my friend Nicky Brown over a Bauhaus song.  The funny thing is – so have I!


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NEXT TIME: ‘Miami Vice?’

Thanks to Waen Shepherd

Sunday, 22 June 1986

Kentucky Fried Billy

‘Twist and Shout’ – The Beatles



At last (again)!  Today I finished remixing The Situation’s Kentucky Fried Billy


…and my contributions to Now That’s What I Call Crippy


…which is now fully produced.


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NEXT TIME: ‘Songs about Nicky Brown…’


Thanks to Waen Shepherd (who shares copyright in all Situation-related material) 

Saturday, 21 June 1986

Ridicule Is Nothing To Be Scared Of

‘Oh! You Pretty Things’ – David Bowie



Into Wisbech again.  In my paisley dressing gown.  Ridicule.  Who gives a shit? 

Home again. 

Melba rang.  Love her, etc.


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NEXT TIME: ‘KFB…’

Friday, 20 June 1986

Getting In

‘Batman’ – Link Wray and the Raymen



Well, I’m in.  I’ve got into college.  I have my minimum amount of exam entry passes.  One more and I’ll be swinging!


My Grandparents (the Pritchards) came to today.  They are staying in our caravan for a week or so!


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NEXT TIME: ‘Ridicule is nothing to be scared of…’

Thursday, 19 June 1986

NORCAT

My No.1: ‘The Jean Genie’ – David Bowie


Melba and I went to Wisbech today and kissed and had a few laughs in the Park before bumping into Nicky Brown.  I told Nicky that if she needed a lift, Betty and Freddie would take her to the College Open Evening Reception with me at 7pm tonight.



At NORCAT College, Nicky and I were shown around and met the rest of our Theatre Studies drama group.  They are all girls (some good looking), except one other boy who seems a bit of a bender!

‘I Can’t Wait’ – Nu Shooz


Nicky and I have agreed that we’re going to stick together in College as we’re both doing Drama and Sociology.  And we’re going to go on to London together to study Theatre at RADA.  I hope we do.  She’s just brilliant. 

Who can tell what’ll happen? 

Part of me still thinks we should be going out with each other…


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NEXT TIME: ‘Getting in…’

Wednesday, 18 June 1986

Kissing and Making Up


‘Let’s Stick Together’ – Bryan Ferry



Melba came up to me at school today, very worried.  I told her I forgive her and we kissed and made up before doing the amahzing Typing Exam!


The R.S.A. Typing Exam – Stage I, went like this:


We reported to the Typing Mobile at 9.30am for a warm-up and started at 9.45am.  The exam finished at 11.55am.


PLEASE NOTE THAT YOU ARE TO REMAIN IN THE EXAM ROOM UNDER SUPERVISION UNTIL 12.30pm WHEN YOU WILL BE DISMISSED FOR LUNCH.


Also in the exam were: Melba Dench, Nicky Brown, Tia Purdey, Colleen Dix, Jo Brownlow, Janet Joy, Cally Bell, Mandy James, Katy Cartwright, Sally Batterham, Pauline Alderton, Becky Brownlow, Sarah Brotherton, Lynn Nicholas, Tina Ross and Rhoda McCoy.


Other people doing Typing exams include: Sadie Woolf, Mandy Dell, Sally Roper, Sue Nunn, Sally Reynolds, Natasha Cole, Tracey Turner, Sharon Jones and Sally Matthews.




I also got a copy of Smash Hits, which was a bit crap because it was full of Wham!  There were some nice little bits of Bowie and Big Audio Dynamite, but that was about it.  I LOVE Black Type, though.


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NEXT TIME: ‘NORCAT…’

Tuesday, 17 June 1986

Unfaithful Melba

‘Brilliant Mind’ – Furniture



Jack’s 12th Birthday.


History Paper II!  Haw!  Haw!  Quite easy, ackchewerly!


Spent some time with Melba, but just as she went into her house from school, she gave me a letter, which she told me I had to read when I got home.  I did so – hoping for something nice ‘n’ sexy – but it told me she had ‘been’ with another boy last week.  And that she’s really sorry and wants to still go out with me. 


I forgive her.


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NEXT TIME: ‘Let’s stick together…’

Monday, 16 June 1986

Intimacy

‘A Little Help From My Friends’ – The Beatles


Maths Paper II today.  Yeeeeeeeurgh!  Honga!  Honga!  But at least it meant I got to see Melba, which was good. 

I was a bit worried about Melba’s friend Vikki Hallwood.  Last time I spoke to Melba about her, she told me Vikki doesn’t like me.

Following the exam I, along with Melba, Vikki, Jazz Thompson


…(who gave me a late birthday card) and Joey


…sat on the Little School field.

Everybody got fed up with Joey, so he went to Jabba’s.

Jazz’s card was great (‘Crappy Birthday – Better late than never!!  From Jazz x x x x x – Those aren’t kisses, in fact, it’s your imagination!’). 


Inside, he drew a brilliant cartoon of Davros chasing me (‘Ritcherd making a v. hasty retreat’) in his wheelchair (‘ZOOM!’).  I’m yelling ‘GAAARH!’ and Davros is saying ‘Wait!  It’s only Jazz’s card!’  He’s also drawn a button, labelled: ‘PRESS THIS BUTTON AND THE CARD WILL APPEAR ON THE 11TH’.  He also wrote: ‘V. GOOD LUCK WID’ DU’ DRAMA AT COLLEGE!’  On the back, he wrote: ‘No, there’s nothing on the back!’


‘Have You Seen Your Mother, Baby, Standing in the Shadow’ – The Rolling Stones


Jazz eventually disappeared for an exam, and just as Melba and I were becoming very intimate, her sister came by in the car and whisked her off to King’s Lynn as her mum had to go to hospital. 

Vikki returned to school – after telling me she likes me now (at last!) – and I went and sat in a bus stop waiting for Betty to pick me up!


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NEXT TIME: ‘Unfaithful Melba…’

Sunday, 15 June 1986

The Big Sky

‘The Big Sky’ – Kate Bush



We (the ‘family’) all sunbathed today and had a barbecue later on as the weather was lovely!

But enough of that.  Here's a picture of King Kong...



WHAT RITCHERD IS UP TO IN 1985& 1983

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NEXT TIME: ‘Intimacy…’

Saturday, 14 June 1986

Angie Jones

‘Changes’ – David Bowie



Everybody boogahed off to Yarmouth today.  But I didn’t.  I went into Wisbech and bought a long Paisley dressing gown that will pass as a summer coat.  I also bought two Sputnik 12-inches (another version of ‘Love Missile F1-11’ and the new one, ‘21st CenturyBoy’) and some Father’s Day stuff!




I didn’t see anyone in town until much later on when I accidentally bumped into Angie Jones, Stan Flowers’ ex-girlfriend.  She and I have never really spoken to each other before (some occasional amusing chat in the dinner queue through Stan), but we ended up going round town together. 

We went for coffee and told each other of ourselves (as it were) and it’s really SwingSwingBabberGroove cos she’s really into David Bowie (my hero at this moment)!


I confided in her about my problems in my relationship with Melba and she was helpful.  But eventually I had to go, because Lucille (Freddie’s sister) was giving me a lift home. 

Once home, I listened to my Sputniks.  And they are absolutely brilliant.

‘Buy EMI’ – Sigue Sigue Sputnik



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NEXT TIME: ‘The big sky…’

Friday, 13 June 1986

Mawngy Sod

‘Ashes to Ashes’ – David Bowie


Aaaaaaaargh!  Babber!  Trust us to have the Drama exam on Friday 13th!  Talk about shaiting one’s kegs!  We had to answer questions on two texts, one of which I’d only read this morning, but it went okay, thank God!  It was probably due to my good luck charm: a photograph of Marilyn Monroe.


Oh.  I’ve got the photographs from the Leaving Party.  Haw!  Haw!  What a jolly wheeze they are!  Great pics of me, Sadie, Nicky, Cheggers, Stan, Tara Speed

‘Stand and Deliver’ – Adam and the Ants


Oh!  Fell out with Stan Flowers who was a real mawngy sod today.  I asked him if he wants to come to a punky Gothic gig on the 27th.  He said no, cos he reckons he’s not into that sort of music!  Well actually, he’s a two-faced git, because he was saying (before the Leaving Party) that he was into all the Gothic bands.  Lying Bastard!  Well, I don’t care cos I’m into Bauhaus and The Cult.  And The Cure!


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NEXT TIME: ‘Angie Jones…’

Thursday, 12 June 1986

Practical Biology

My No.1: ‘21st Century Boy’ – Sigue Sigue Sputnik



I had been dreading today for yonks.  The Biology Exam.  The Practical One!  Y’see, I’m no good at Biology.  And, well, today was a bit of a babberpants day.  But to my surprise, it went okay. 


And I walked home with Melba, and there was some fine kissing, so fuck you, sonny!


Britain’s No.1: ‘Spirit in the Sky’ – Doctor & the Medics



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NEXT TIME: ‘Mawngy sod…’

Wednesday, 11 June 1986

My Sixteenth Birthday

‘I Can’t Stop’ – Gary Numan


Well!  Bagger me!  I’m now 16.  Wouldn’t have guessed it, wouldja? 

Nein!  Nein!  Nope, etc…

Well.  Today was very nice and stuff.  And I got loads of stash and cards, and a moneybox from Keir.  It’s blue and white (to match my bedroom).

Exams at school tho’, chiddehs!  History contained loads o’ stuff we’ve never done, and Maths was alraight!

I also delivered a letter to my darling Melba – which she read there and then to my amahzed embarrassment!  It told her I don’t want her friends to ruin our relationship and that I love her very much.  Swing, eh?

Happy Birthday to me! etc … blah, drone, mumble…

WHAT RITCHERD IS UP TO IN 1985,1984 & 1983

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NEXT TIME: ‘Practical Biology…’

Tuesday, 10 June 1986

15 for the Last Time

‘Kick In The Eye’ – Bauhaus



Another dossy day without those cacker exams!




Bauhaus are really good.

This is my last day as a 15-year-old.  It’s been an interesting time.  I moved out of the pub and my old life in West Walton to Blackberry Narrow, here in Wisbech St Mary.  I have an entirely new family set-up, too.  I’ve spent time with Flash (forming The Situation) and had a relationship with Beatrice Miranda Wasp and, now, Melba Dench.  I’ve hung out with Cheggers, Jazz, Stan, Legs and all those other crazy blokes.  I’ve made friends with Astra Trellis, Sophie Fisher and Angelene Hawkins; I’ve fancied Nicky Brown and Sadie Woolf.  I’ve decided to go to college and take Theatre Studies (which means anything to do with Art or Journalism are finally over and done with) and maybe one day become an actor.  I’ve listened to a lot of great music, travelling through Propaganda, Sex Pistols, Adam Ant, Kate Bush and The Beatles only to find myself now loving Bowie and getting into the alternative/goth scene. 

What will the coming year bring, I wonder?


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NEXT TIME: ‘Ritcherd’s sixteenth birthday…’

Thanks to Waen Shepherd

Monday, 9 June 1986

No Exams

‘Opportunities’ – Pet Shop Boys



Ha!  Ha!  Babber all over your teeth, because I didn’t have any exams today!

ALBUM OF THE DAY:




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NEXT TIME: ‘Dosshaus…’

Sunday, 8 June 1986

Ghosts

‘Ghosts’ – Japan


Our Jeff went home today.  I didn’t have much to do with him.  And he didn’t try to fight me.  Or anything else (if you know what I mean…). 

Okay, less of that shit.  Time to revise.  More exams next week…



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NEXT TIME: ‘No exams…’