25 Years Too Late...

25 Years Too Late...

Sunday, 30 November 1986

Twelve Years From Now: 30/11/98

TWELVE YEARS FROM NOW…


‘Pop’ – The Shamen



FUCK.


A letter from Lilith that dared to tell me that Robert has asked her to marry him!  Not one to be sensible and look at her previous marriage as an example [SHE WILL BE DIVORCED BY JUNE ‘99], she has said yes.  Of course [UNTIL SHE’S DIVORCED] they have a long engagement ahead of them.  She knows this is not easy news for me, but she says she didn’t want to keep me in the dark about it – oh, and that she wants us to be best friends, w/o secrets.  She says I’m still her best friend, despite us no longer being together; despite the fact that she’s in Washington and I’m in St Albans.  Right.  And you know what?  I actually believe she means it.  But that’s going to change VERY soon, isn’t it?  So why do we even need to bother playing this game?


How I hate my life.  I lost my chance with Lilith, and I lose all my chances.  Look at the way I’ve acted with Jen, when I know I desire her so very much.  So much.  So what is it that holds me back?  It’s ghosts.  That’s what.  I know this.  The ghosts of my life – in Jen’s case, my inability to move on from the Lilith paradigm.  I still haven’t learnt about grabbing my opportunities, have I?  For fuck’s sake, I had better do.  I really had.


So, now what do I do?  I don’t know.  I should call Jen and talk to her, but I won’t.  I can’t.  I really made a fuck-up of last weekend.  And it just wouldn’t be fair to use someone like that, who feels the way she feels about me (I hope) as therapy – especially as she’s about to leave for an entirely different continent. 


This is what I do, isn’t it?  I find women, complicated women who want to live on other continents.  Maybe it’s me that drives them there.


So now Lilith’s happy and I am so alone.  Why?


Oh god, why?




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NEXT TIME: ‘Back to 1986…’

Saturday, 29 November 1986

Nine Years From Now: 29/11/95

NINE YEARS FROM NOW…


‘Don’t You Want Me’ – Felix


11. IF HE’S GOING BALD…


PRAGUE-FACE DID ME A FAVOUR.  I HAVE TO LAUGH NOW, BECAUSE IT’LL NEVER WORK BETWEEN THEM.  BUT THAT’S COOL, BECAUSE I NO LONGER WANT HER BACK – AND I VOW THAT I SHALL NEVER WANT HER BACK.  SHE HAS NO RESPECT FOR ME AND SHE’S DISHONEST, A LIAR. 


‘I WILL ALWAYS HURT YOU.’


WELL, SHE WAS HONEST ABOUT THAT MUCH.  POTENTIALLY.  BUT NO, SHE CAN’T HURT ME ANY MORE.  BUT ONE DAY, IF THEY MOVE TO ENGLAND, SAY, SHE WILL GET BORED OF HIM.  HER USE FOR HIM WILL BE FINISHED.  OR HE WILL TIRE OF HER ‘SPONGEING’ OFF HIM.  SHE’LL BE LONELY ONE DAY, BUT I’M OUT OF IT.  WELL OUT OF IT.  I CAN’T BELIEVE I GOT SUCKERED BY SUCH A SCHEMING, RESENTFUL PERSON.  LILITH SUCKED ME DRY.  BUT NOW I HAVE RETURNED.  I CARE FOR HER, BUT I’M NO LONGER THE FOOL SHE MADE ME.  LET THIS BE MY LAST WORD ON HER AND HIM. 


BUT ONE MUST WONDER: IF HE’S GOING BALD, WILL THIS ENHANCE OR COMPROMISE HIS SKILLS WHEN IT COMES TO BUTTING HER HEAD OPEN SOME DAY SOON? 


SHE TURNED HER BACK ON ME, AND NOW I MUST TURN THAT TO MY ADVANTAGE AND FIND MY TRUE FUTURE.  HOW MUCH OF A FOOL WAS I, ALL THOSE YEARS?  SHE’LL NEVER KNOW HOW WARY I AM OF HER.  SILLY GIRL.  SHE ABUSED ME, ACCUSED ME, MADE ALL THE WRONG CHOICES.  WHAT DOES SHE EXPECT FROM ME?  ADMIRATION?  RESPECT?  ER… NO WAY.


BUT I STILL CARE!  ABOUT HER.  ALTHOUGH I’D LOVE HIM TO DIE.  GOD, I SUCK!  NO.  I BITE.


BUT ONE DAY SHE’LL REALLY NEED ME.


I’D SO MUCH RATHER BE ME THAN THEM.


I THANK THE GODS I ESCAPED.


THE PAIN HAS GONE.  THIS FIVE YEARS IS NOW OVER.


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NEXT TIME: ‘Twelve years from now…’

Friday, 28 November 1986

Twelve years From Now: 28/11/98

TWELVE YEARS FROM NOW…



‘Mingled Roots’ – Tony Levin




A good night, working in the restaurant with Howard (Fergie’s ex) and Sophia and Analise; we all had a Chinese afterwards with (our boss) the brilliant Brian Hope.  Cool.



I’m so glad to be living here now.



Still, I think I left a very confused part of myself back in Manchester with Jen  I’ll miss her when she goes to Africa.  She’s a wonderful escape.  That much I do know, but what is it about her… what is it I need from her?  What is it she brings to my heart?



I don’t know.  But I really ought to make a determined effort to find out.






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NEXT TIME: ‘Nine years from now…’

Thursday, 27 November 1986

What Did the Kisses Mean?

Approx 11.08am.


I am writing this as the thoughts enter my head, here at NORCAT.  Well, I am sitting on a bench in the grounds of Tech, writing on exercise paper in my note pad.  I’m with Sarah George and Gaby White.  Sarah is filling my mind with strange thoughts, i.e. how can I stand Jen going out with Ian?


I’ve just asked Sarah if she’s been talking to Jen about this.  She says no.


Earlier, Sarah and Gaby said, ‘Try to forget Jen.’  Sarah’s just told me not to get too involved.  Gaby says the more I leave the situation as it is, the worse it’ll get.

Why are tears welling up in my eyes?

They’re both on about RADA now.  I want to go there…

Sarah says, ‘Jen’s getting the best of both worlds…’  She says Jen’s taking both Ian and me ‘for a ride’.

I’m feeling insecure! 

Oh God.  If I try to stop seeing Jen, like we tied to agree on Monday, then I’d go mad.  I mean … what did the kisses mean?  They obviously count for something!  That was Jen showing her affection for me.  Could I walk away from Jen?  Leave her?  Would I do that?

Apparently, Jen’s been arguing with Hedda (her best friend) about ‘going’ with two boys.

Gaby says Jen and I don’t really know where we are.


It’s happened to Sarah before, this has…


Sarah says I want more than friendship from Jen, and she’s right.  But Gaby thinks we ought to forget it.

It is now 11.30am

Later:

Approx 2.30pm.

Sitting in English Literature.

Boring!  Bloody Keats poems!

Why do I like Jen so much? 

Am I stupid to? 

No!

Of course not…

Later:

My No.1: ‘Stay with Me’ – The Mission



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NEXT TIME: ‘Twelve years from now…’

Wednesday, 26 November 1986

Furtive Questions

10.56pm!

‘Rules and Regulations’ – We’ve Got A Fuzzbox And We’re Gonna Use It


Libby went to London and met The Mission in HMV yesterday.  Now she’s got loads of autographed stuff.  Christ!

I was worried earlier.  Jen kept asking me furtive questions about when was I leaving tonight, etc.  I asked her why, and eventually she told me.  It was because she was meeting Ian!  I told her she could have been open about it, and, at about 7pm, I just kept out of their way.

Apparently, Alison wants to go out with me again.  No way!

I feel quite fulfilled right now.  The college play rehearsal went brilliantly!  I just hope I learn all my lines, as we perform it a week from now!

Betty’s still well, which is unusual these days, but good.


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NEXT TIME: ‘What did the kisses mean?’

Tuesday, 25 November 1986

Nothing Else Matters

‘Diamond Dogs’ – David Bowie




I haven’t really stopped thinking about Betty since yesterday, when she was taken back to hospital.  I hope she gets well.  I hope she does!



By the way, I can’t go to George’s wedding as I’ll be in Stratford-Upon-Avon on a TS trip.



So, Jen is ‘two-timing’!  It’s an affair, to all intents and purposes.  I know about Ian, but he knows nothing about me.  And the public aren’t aware, either.  She says she likes me cos I’m straight with her, down to earth and truthful; she feels that when I’m with her, it’s just us in the world and nothing else matters.  And that’s exactly how I feel about her.



Later:



It’s 8.20pm.



‘Where the Railroad Meets the Sea’ – David Sylvian




Betty’s coming home, tonaight!



God!  AIDS is going to make the human race extinct.  It says so on the News!  That’s if we’re not careful…



Why do I love Jen so much?  Does she love me?  Why are her eyes like Marilyn Monroe’s?




Wayne Hussey!




Huh?  What’s he got to do with it? 


FUCK ALL, MATEY!






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NEXT TIME: ‘Furtive questions…’

Monday, 24 November 1986

The Best Kisses of My Life

‘Bizarre Love Triangle’ – New Order




It’s been a weird day, I’m afraid.



Our college play rehearsal went really shaight!



But…



Well…



Let’s just say that Jenny and I are back ‘together’.  Yeah?



I was talking to Sarah George about Jenny’s reasons for leaving me, and I suddenly realised it was Jen I should be talking to. 



So I did.


In the Drama Studio, just the two of us, I told Jen I still felt the same way towards her.  She said she feels the same about me, but has chosen to go back out with Ian.  She said this is causing her difficulties, because when she was with me, she missed him, but now, when she’s with him, she misses me. 



I asked her what she thought would be the best thing we could do about this.  We ended up agreeing that it would be best if I forgot her and we stopped all communication.



Even so, she told me she wished she had the courage to carry out something she really wanted to do.  I told her I was feeling exactly the same.  So we let it happen.  We kissed.  And again.  And again.  The best kisses of my life.  Our secret!  No one is to know about this, because she’s still seeing Ian, but we just can’t resist each other.  This is going to be a ‘secret relationship’.  An ‘affair’, if you like.  And I’ll go along with this, because she’s gorgeous and sooner or later she’ll come back to me properly, I know it.



Jen jokingly said something about killing herself.  It was only in fun, a black joke, but she said, ‘No, I couldn’t do that.  Not until I’ve fulfilled my ambition, anyway…’



She wouldn’t tell me what the ambition was, but it’s definitely to do with sex.  I wonder if she’s still a virgin?  I bet she is!  Oh, I hope she fulfils her ambition with me…



‘Fall in Love with Me’ – Japan




Jazz wants to go out with Alison! 



BILLY! 



Er?  Did I just say that?






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NEXT TIME: ‘Nothing else matters…’

Sunday, 23 November 1986

Shate

Approx 3.10pm.

Today’s been Shate so far!

I’ll return later, if owt happens.  But if not, see you tomorrow!

Later:


‘Suicide’ – Sigue Sigue Sputnik


god … Betty is really ill right now and it’s taken me till now to realise.  Whatever it is that’s happening to her could leave her paralysed from the neck down!  I hope she quickly returns to normal health…

Why do I feel as though I still love Jenny?  Why do I love Jenny so much?  I’ve got to try to forget her…

I bet she’s enjoying herself with Ian.


 

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NEXT TIME: ‘The best kisses of my life…’

Saturday, 22 November 1986

Dead but Alive

12.47am.


‘Sacrilege’ – The Mission



Officially, it’s Saturday, but to me it’s still Friday, so nob you!

I did it!  I saw The Mission at Peterborough.  I’m pissed right now ‘n’ I don’t believe it.  Wayne Hussey is SO THIN!  Oh God!  I’ve seen The Mission. 

Shite on me…

I’ll see you when I gerrup, Babber Chops!

What am I like, eh?


Fuck me, I’m pissed!


UP YOU!


Later:

Approx 1.30pm.

I am now absolutely sober, etc.

 
Later:


‘Angels and Devils’ – Love And Rockets



And now, onto today’s news!

It’s approximately 9.30pm, and, well…

I went to Wisbech and saw Hazel and Astra who were, pardon me, rather boring, actually!

By the way, I’ve just decided I hate Lipstick Vogue.  They’re shite (and arrogant)!

Well… ‘a poo ‘n’ a plop and a pile of yoghurt, sat on the roof of a dog!’

By the way, Betty is home, just for this weekend.  I am staying at Freddie’s mum’s all next week.  Perhaps.

George (Betty’s ex-husband, my ex-stepdad) is getting married on 8th December…

Later:

Why?

Why?

Jenny, it’s sunk in.  Why?!

Jenny, I loved you.  I only wanted to care, but you threw me on the slagheap.  It’s like I’m dead, but I’m alive.  You said you loved me dearly and then ripped my heart out.  Sympathy from the others cannot replace you.

It’s almost midnight…




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NEXT TIME: ‘Shate…’

Friday, 21 November 1986

The Mission - Live at Peterborough Wirrina

6.28am.


hello!  I am knackered + excited.  I hope all goes well today.  This is it.  The Mission.  At last.  See ya tonight! 


Later:


So.  Before I tell you all about The Mission, what happened today?

Well, I left home for Tech, where I got absolutely bored and Nyall didn’t cut my hair, as he was skiving off his lessons.  And Stan Flowers burst out crying in the Common Room in front of everybody, because he’d had an argument with his mum earlier in the day and felt guilty that he’d upset her.  He then asked Alison’s friend Wanda out and she said ‘YES’.


On the way to The Videodome

Well, here’s the novelisation…


Ritcherd and Jenny clambered down the stairs of the Library Block.  He put his arm around her waist, but unusually she gave no reaction.  Passing the Technology Block, Jenny finally answered Ritcherd’s pleas as to what was wrong.

She spoke slowly and deliberately.  Ian phoned on Wednesday night.’

Ritcherd held his breath, awaiting the next sentence.

‘He wants to go back out with me,’ she continued.

‘Oh,’ said Ritcherd, under his breath; awaiting the worst.

‘And I want to go out with him,’ she finished.

Ritcherd’s mind reeled.  They continued walking together, but nothing was said for long minutes.

‘Look,’ said Jenny, when they came to the Sports Centre, ‘I know it might seem like I’ve messed you about, but it was all true at the time.’

They continued walking, but Ritcherd remained mute.

‘I’ll see you later,’ said Jenny, turning and walking quickly away in the opposite direction.

Ritcherd continued walking towards the video cafĂ©, but he could feel his world crumbling fast. 

Some sharp irony forged in the fires of his last two relationships sliced his rational thoughts to atoms.

Alison must have felt like this.

I knew it would come to this, he thought, at last.

His remaining journey was blurred by tears…’


So it’s over.  But I suppose I expected it.

Alison was actually slightly sympathetic.  Stan + Wanda suggested I go back out with Alison.  I don’t think I could ever do that.  Besides, their motivation is surely somewhat selfish…


I didn’t speak to Jen again today, except for a bitter and sarcastic ‘Goodbye’ when the buses came.  So much for Paradise Lane


Anyway…

Nyall, now with a ticket from Libby (the girl who bootlegs Mission concerts), Pot Noodle and I got ready to go to the concert.  We got slyly pissed in The Dome, and then went to Peterborough on the bus.  Tony Pope was going to come, but changed his mind at the Bus Station (where I briefly saw Sarah George who said she’d talk to me about Jen on Monday).  In Peterborough, it didn’t take us long to find the Wirrina.  Don’t know if it’s a night club or what


When we got in, we saw Hazel Church, Eve Cracknell (who was in my year at Wetlands) and Astra Trellis.  Nyall and Libby nicked us some drinks from the bar and I found two badges.

By the way, I ‘got off’ with Libby tonite.  We kissed and stuff and hung out like we were a couple, but I don’t even fancy her all that much.  I like her, but she’s not my type.  She’s a bit thin and plain looking.  She smelt like washing-up liquid, too.  It just felt like a good way of hitting back at what had happened with Jen; reclaiming a part of myself.  Er… The things you do, eh?


The support band was The Rose of Avalanche. 


They were okay.  Then, at about 10.50pm, The Mission came on, resplendent in swathes of dry ice!  It smelt like it was ‘flavoured’ to me, but maybe it always smells like that?  Wayne Hussey looked brilliant.  He started by saying, ‘So … Peterborough on a Friday night, eh?’ in his thick Northern tones.  Then the crowd went wild as they ploughed into ‘Wasteland’, which was brilliant.  ‘Winterfood’ (me!) sang along as loud as he could!  The crowd was a real squash, and we were all bouncing up and down as one beast, which made me feel sick at one point because I was pissed.  But The Mission were brilliant!


Later, when introducing a song, Wayne Hussey said, ‘Does anyone know what ‘sacrilege’ means?’  The crowd cheered like mad, thinking he was going to play the song of that title, but he just said ‘Here’s ‘Wake’.’


And when Wayne Hussey threw some roses into the audience, I caught one.  Good, eh?



I was wearing one of Danyel Gordon’s socks.  Isn’t it honoured?

I LOVED IT.

KEEP THE FAiTH…

A burning crucifix…


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NEXT TIME: ‘Dead but alive…’

Thursday, 20 November 1986

Quite a Character

It is approximately 10.19pm.


‘Upon This Earth’ – David Sylvian


I’m sitting in bed, cos I’ve got to be up at 6.30am tomorrow!

I didn’t go to Tech today, because it was Speech Day at Wetlands High.

Look, I’ll run thru’ the day…

I got up ‘n’ got ready.  At Wetlands, I received my Exam Certificates in a formal ceremony and chatted to the person presenting them, local Conservative MP Henry Bellingham. 


He said I was ‘quite a character’.  Huh?  In the nice sense, I hope, Mr B?  Of course it was!

It was good to see a lot of old mates.  I found myself q. attracted to Tara Speed + Sadie Woolf again, tho’!  Sadie’s at college, of course, but we mix in different circles; she looked especially gorgeous today.  I haven’t seen Tara since the exams, so it was great that she returned the Situation cassette Situation: Insecticide, which I am about to listen to.

This evening, I visited Betty in hospital.

Returning home, I asked Daphne (who is living with us now since she left Giles), if she’d ever seen The Mission on Music Box.  She said she’d seen a video of ‘em changing from black clothes to white, and I suggested that might be the ‘Stay With Me’ video, by The Mission, which I haven’t seen.  Then she described the video in more detail and I realised that it must be the ‘Yin and Yang’ video by Love And Rockets.  So, hunting through my music videos to show her Love and Rockets, I stumbled across The Mission’s ‘Stay with Me’ video, which I didn’t know I had!  I can’t remember taping it.  What a nice, surprising accident.



Well…  Tomorrow!  I can’t wait.  The Mission – live!  And I’m getting my hair cut!  Oh, it’s too much!


My No.1: ‘Serpent’s Kiss’ – The Mission



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NEXT TIME: ‘The Mission…’


Special thanks to Waen Shepherd

Wednesday, 19 November 1986

Dinner Jacket

'Methods of Dance'– Japan




Another college rehearsal today, which was skilliant; I remembered a fair few lines + I have to wear a great dinner jacket (a lot like the one Nyall wears), which I wanna keep!

Someone bricked one of The Videodome’s windows today.  Cor, aren’t they hard?!




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NEXT TIME: ‘Quite a character…’


Tuesday, 18 November 1986

Behind Those Sexy Eyes...

‘And the Dance Goes On’ – The Mission



I spent more time with Jen today and it was great.  She looks gorgeous and I love her ‘granddad’ ‘mac’ thing.  She’s beautiful, but I still can’t get behind those sexy eyes…

She does make me laugh, though.  And she’s got a brilliant smoker’s cackle.

She passed me a letter in English Lit, telling me off for groping her knee in public, but also finally telling me she thinks I’m ‘a lovely, sexy beastie’.  She also said:

‘I’m passionately in luv with U – well, I’ve told U now, so U can’t complain’

She signed off with lots of ‘luv, sex + other naughty things (naughty but nice)’.  There were 19 little kisses, one big kiss and a little love heart, too.  I passed it back to her, changing her words ‘Stop groping my knee in public’ to ‘Please grope my knee in public’.  She sent it back, adding ‘+ take me down Paradise Lane NOW’.


Afterwards we went down Paradise Lane and kissed.  But I really want to take her down Paradise Lane properly, if you know what I mean?  And I think she does, too…

As for the concert on Friday, Libby – that girl who lends me the tapes ‘n’ stuff – is going.  I don’t think Nyall is now.  Tony Pope might go; Pot Noodle (this insane bloke from Birkenhead) is going…


…and I think Astra Trellis (+ Hazel Church) might be off, too.  Erm… I hope I can go round wi’ some people…

The rehearsal at the Angles was groovy tonight, and…


Nicky Brown + Stan Flowers


…have joined now. 

Talking to Alison in the bar, I now believe it was Anita Wotsit who grassed Jen and me up.


 
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