25 Years Too Late...

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Saturday, 28 February 1987

Heartache Again

This month seems to have been a very bad step in the wrong direction, creating the biggest test of the friendship that existed between Flash and I…

  

We decided not to go to bed last night and just dossed a bit.  At about 5.30am, we decided to go out to the Lime Tree in his back garden, to dig up the ‘time capsule’ we buried last April.  It took us about an hour and the yoghurt we buried was horrific.



At approx 8.30/9am, we went into Pontefract, to a cafĂ© which has sentimental meaning for Flash and me.  Once we’d had a cup of tea, we left and headed for the home of J Dodo Layne.  But she didn’t want to come out with us!  Dodo felt that Flash was trying to get back with her, but after some convincing she came out and we went looking for Taz’s house. 



Whilst searching down the Willow Park end of Ponty, I could feel an atmosphere building between us all.  No one really spoke, but Flash gave out a few very pissed-off comments.  We didn’t find Taz’s house, so we headed back into town and to the Caf.  As we sat, bored and v. atmospheric, a Ponty Punk/Weirdo guy called Gil came over to talk to us.  Probably because Dodo, Flash and I had exceedingly brilliant spiked and backcombed hair.  None of us knew him, but Flash had seen him around.  He was a good bloke, but I bet he thought we were twats cos we all hardly said Feck all.



After a quick return to Flash’s house, we met Vicky at the bus station.  All her ‘rocker’ mates arrived and they were preparing for a gang fight in Wakefield.  But Vicky had to go to Leeds to meet her pen-friend, Craig.  So we all went with her, as I wanted to go to The Alternative Store. 



In Leeds, I bought a Gene Loves Jezebel 12-inch (‘Desire (US Club Mix)’/’Heartache (UK Club Mix)’/’Message’). 

It is ESS!!!  I also bought a crucifix from The Alternative Store, and that’s rather snoot and smaergie also!

Dodo, Flash + I then went to Castleford.  In Seymour’s Opticians we saw Flash’s mam and Annie (my Dad’s wife).  Annie gave me a fiver and it was really nice to see her.  After a bit, we went to see Flash’s gran.  I stayed only briefly and popped down the road to see my Dad.

I love my Dad.  He’s great.  I never say much about him, but I think the world of him.  I wish I could get to see him more. 

He’s now got a new kitchen and he gave me a short black jacket, which is pretty okay really.

Dodo + Flash eventually arrived, just after my Dad had asked me a curious question: ‘Do you go out with Dodo?’  I said no, but then he said that Gerry had told him Dodo fancies me.  We stayed until just after Annie got home – no offence, Annie!

As we walked back to Ponty, Dodo and I slowly ‘came together’.  I had my arm around her, but ‘platonically’.  And slowly, but surely, Flash fell to pieces.  Quite understandably.  His mental agitation deteriorated and he got sarcastic and started throwing and kicking stuff about.  I knew why: mine and Dodo’s closeness of heart.  But I told myself he had no hold over her.  Or me.  And if Dodo and I have these feelings, why should we suppress them?!

Back at Flash’s, we had tea and he was still pissed off.  Following tea, we went out and bought lotsa cider.  Flash got rather pissed as we went to the infamous graveyard – and then he suddenly disappeared!  So, rather worried, Dodo and I looked around for him.  We heard voices nearby, so we didn’t shout very loudly for him, because we didn’t want to attract the attention of strangers.  We didn’t know if it was him or not.  We spent a while trying to locate him, finally stopping and kissing.  Flash then suddenly appeared from behind the church or chapel or whatever it is, directing a lot of hate towards us.  He then charged off, angry with us both; stumbling down a slope.  I raced after him to see what was wrong.  We came face to face and fell into a tight embrace.  He told me how fucked off he was with everything, especially his love for Dodo and his belief that he was the one that ruined their relationship.  Which he really didn’t!  I told him I was sorry for what was happening and he didn’t seem too upset.  I told him he will always be my best mate and that I love him.  He seemed to have calmed down by then, so we decided to walk Dodo home.

On the walk back, I held Dodo’s hand – which sparked everything off again!  Flash was sarcastically asking us if we’d kissed, and was it love, etc.  Dodo told him off and he blew his top outside the bus station.  Dodo and I said nothing more to him.  I hit the drink further, trying to calm down, stabilise and hold back my outrage and anger.  He called us bastards.  He told us we ought to die.  He called Dodo a bitch.  He told her hated her parents.  We said nothing to him.  He pulled out his Satanist’s Bible and started reading out passages, before deciding to throw it away.  I remained levelheaded thru-out his taunts. 

At Dodo’s, Flash used her toilet, whilst her mum told her off for being in late.  I kissed her goodbye and she told me she’d write next this week.  Flash and I then walked back to Gordon Villas, but he started bitching me again.  At one point, this resulted in a near fight between us.  In a mad mixture of rage and passion, I grabbed him by the collar and slammed him into a hedge.  He had a look of terror on his face, like he thought I was gonna smack him one.  He later admitted that was the case!  But I embraced him again and told him the facts.  I never meant to hurt him.  I love him more than I could love anyone.  I told him I was sorry, that I couldn’t help my emotions for Dodo and that I don’t want to lose him.  We collapsed into hysteric fits of crying, embracing each other on the side of the road and deciding that we probably looked like a rite pair of quiers! 

After a quicke visit to my Aunty Vi’s we called for Birdy, who wasn’t in.  So we went to see old mate o’ mine Arundel, who was in!  He came out with us and brought his 3D Super Woofer ghetto blaster with him, playing a Thrash Metal tape with Slayer and suchlike on it. 
And it was ess!  He walked up to Ponty with us, putting Flash and me into a really good mood.







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NEXT TIME: ‘Doom…’

Friday, 27 February 1987

Victims of Love

English Lit:






Letter Between Ritcherd and Jenny Taylor:



Dr Jyppo:
Golly me!  HO-HO-HO!  What a jolly letter.  Har-har!  How’s tricks?  What are your hip measurements?  What is the price of semolina?  Can I have a fiver?  Do you smoke elephants?  And, finally, Gestax inx nerdah?  RSVP.



Jen:
Don’t know.  Don’t know.  Bugger off.  No.  What the fuck have you been smoking?



Dr Jyppo:
I wish.



Jen:
R U looking forward to seeing Dodo (haha) AND Flash?  R U in love?  Why does Ian piss me off?  Why do I like Nyall after all that’s happened?  Will Flash hit?  Will you be my phyciatrist (spelt wrong)?



Ritcherd:
Yeyass.  Could be…  Cos he’s a stonker!  Cos he’s a cutesy cutesy boysie woysie.  Will Flash hit what?  Yeyass – hillaw!



Jen:
Indeed.



Ritcherd:
What’s wrong wiv you ‘n’ E’en?  I’m fuckin’ worried about tonite at Flash’s!  Help me! Why do you need a psychiatrist (spelt right)?



Jen:
He’s too serious + runs on a lot about nothing.  Did you say U were phoning Flash 2-night before U go?  If U didn’t, you better had!  Does that make sense?  Will Flash hit U! (sorry, I forgot what I was doing, I mean I forgot to write ‘you’.  Forget it!) I think I want to finish with E’en + I like Nyall + I hate tech + I hate work (Gateway) + E’en’s too demanding + I want some peace + quiet + I want some more money + I owe lots of money + I hate my step-dad + I hate Mrs Smith + I hate myself + I’m going to die from smoking too much.  But other than that, I don’t really need a psychiatrist.



DR SPAZ:
Flash will not hit me.  Bet that’s disappointed you?  Go on, finish with E’en.  Yes…  Now for some psychiatry.  Lie on the couch, take off your clothes and I shall see what I can do 4 U.  Wot’s yer problem?  RSVP.



Jen:
I just told you all my problems.  What do you want?  A 10-volume set of The Problems of Jenny Taylor!?  I think E’en will hit the road soon.  Well, I don’t know.  He’s taking me to Liverpool so it can’t be till after then!  I hate Fridays.  It would be rather funny to see Flash hit you.  No, it would be a very sorrowful occasion – ha-ha!



Ritcherd:
He wouldn’t dare!  HAR-HAR!  But Dodo doesn’t love him any more.  I’ll ask her for advice, I think.  NOW – STOP SMOKING (do it for me, if you want!!!); kill Mrs Smith by stabbing her in the head with a spoon; blow up Gateway; run away with Nyall to Japan (I’ll bump-off Sharon as long as you take me with you in a TESCO’s carrier bag).  NOW, lie on the couch.  CLOTHES OFF!  If you like.



Jen:
I would run off to Japan with Nyall if he was willing, but he seems more interested in Barbie Doll!  I think I would get put in prison if I did any of the other things.



Ritcherd:
NO!  I’ll tell them it was all Sarah’s fault.



Jen:
Don’t be so cruel.  I think by the time I’ve waited 4 Nyall to finish with Sharon, or Sharon with Nyall, then he would’ve forgotten about me (if he hasn’t already) + I would’ve forgotten about him.  Never mind, I can survive without him.



Ritcherd:
Oh, it’s all very sad.  Rite now I don’t think I could LIV WIVOUT DOE-DOE OR DANYELLE – but I’m caught between them.  The two people I like most in the world!



Jen:
How very, very sad.  What about mummy + daddy?  Before, I couldn’t live without Nyall but I don’t like him as much as I did.  You’d better pay attention, so byesie-bye, good luck + don’t do anything I wouldn’t do (which basically means do whatever you want!)



Ritcherd :
HO-HO!  GOODBYE!  TA-TA!



Later:

                                     

‘Happy House’ – Siouxsie and the Banshees


THE LONG + HARD + BAD WEEKEND BEGINS

Today, I wore purple sox, ripped black shirt, purple beads and black beads amongst other things.  My purple streaks in my hair are good.  My spots are really bad!



Tech was so long and boring.  Apart from the fact that I dossed around with Roger, Saskia and Erica.  A jape was had by all!!! 
At dinner, we sat in the Drama Studio with their friend Tish, listening to Balaam and the Angel
…who aren’t rather good.  Sorry, Roger.  After much persuasion, I talked Saskia into lending me her brilliant crucifix for the weekend, and I am deeply indebted to her for this (even though she very often tells me she hates me…).



After I’d been home for a bit, Freddie and I set off from Blackberry Narrow to Pontefract at about 7pm-ish.  I arrived at Flash’s at approx 9pm and he was dead pleased to see me, as I was to see him.  We sat around and chatted about how he feels for Dodo and all the ‘happenings’ of the last two weeks.  He was in turmoil and agonised over all his problems.  I tried to help as best I could under the circumstances.  On Thursday he rang Dodo and told her urgently wanted to see her.  When he finally did, they got on really well and he felt she was after going out with him again (or he hoped), even tho’ he was still going out with Vicky.  Alas, it was not to be!  Today, Flash went to see Vicky and eventually told her could no longer go out with her because of his deep love and loyalty for Dodo.  But Dodo told him she didn’t want him and told him she didn’t want to see him on the 27th – i.e. TOMORROW!



Staying in, we decided to start work on our new The Psychotic Pineapple cassette.  We decided to ring Radio Aire DJ James Whale, but we didn’t get on the radio – ‘bastards’!







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NEXT TIME: ‘Heartache…’

Thursday, 26 February 1987

Love Removal Machine

My No.1: ‘Last Salute (Extended Mix)’ – Getting the Fear




Alison and Wanda think my interest in Dodo is very silly, as I never see her.  They also think Flash talks a load of shit about whom he does and doesn’t love.  Stupid cows!  As much as I like them, wotsit to do with them?



My parents are in Pontefract right now.  Freddie is dropping Betty off, coming back, and then he and I are off up tomorrow night.



Dodo hasn’t replied – oh!  Why not?!  Dodo … Dodo!  Perhaps a letter arrived and it’s in a pile of post, locked in Betty’s bedroom till Freddie gets back!  Have you writ?  I bet not!  I hope so!

FOOOOOKAAARH!

Later:



Alas, a letter there was not.  Freddie arrived home dead late and I gave him his Birthday card.






BUT The Cult were on Top Of The Pops and I now think ‘Love Removal Machine’ is x-cellent.








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NEXT TIME: ‘Victims of love…’

Wednesday, 25 February 1987

Absenteeism

‘The Rhino Plasty’ – Gene Loves Jezebel




Why am I so shit?  Today, a letter arrived at home from Tech (to Mr B Baker!), complaining of my many absences from lessons.



Dear Mr Baker



As Ritcherd’s Class tutor I have to write to you to say that we are becoming concerned about his attendance at some of his classes, especially English and Theatre Studies ‘A’ level.  Both of these subjects are essential to students looking for success in the broader area of Theatre Studies.  What is especially disturbing is that Ritcherd’s absence from class often occurs when he has been seen at College earlier in the day.



Ritcherd is far from being a ‘bad’ student and has the talent to do well, but clearly full and continuous attendance at all classes is still necessary.



I should be grateful if you would take up this matter with Ritcherd.



Yours sincerely,



Doug Irvine



Doug Irvine

Class Tutor



Betty + Freddie gave me a good talking to about it, and if I miss any more I’ve got to leave Tech.







Why is music becoming boring?  I hope I can buy something good on Saturday!



I did my hair up with lotsa hairspray today and it were Ess!



I’m writing lyrics again and Roger is writing tunes to accompany them.



I must also apologise for my ‘YUCH!  SHITTY!’ mood yesterday.  I couldn’t love Flash more, but I’m just preoccupied with Dodo at the same time!







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NEXT TIME: ‘Love Removal Machine…’

Tuesday, 24 February 1987

What Am I Gonna Do?

Listening to Bogshed.




After a day at Tech with Roger, Saskia and Erica, followed by a pre-Trianglia tea at the home of the Montgomerys and a session at the Angles, I came home to find a letter from Flash!  The letter is rather short and doesn’t contain much of any real interest.  The gurl he now goes out with – Vicky – is a bit of a Rocker/Satanist.  I don’t really like the sound of that, but he says he is impressed with her cos she’s almost a complete opposite of Dodo.  Apparently Vicky is v. enthusiastic about me going up on Saturday!  Flash wants us all (i.e. him, me, Vicky and her mates, Dodo + Taz) to get together and go to Wakefield (which I don’t want to do.  I want me ‘n’ Dodo to go to Leeds).  He also wants to go + see a Rocker vs Mods fight.  An’ I want to do such!  He also hates Fuzzbox.  What a dork!  On top of all that, he wants me to write back, but right now I can’t be arsed. 



YUCH!  YAK!  SHITTY!



What am I gonna do?!







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NEXT TIME: ‘Absenteeism…’

Monday, 23 February 1987

Pop Tarantula




‘Pop Tarantula’ – Gene Loves Jezebel




Tech was a doss! 





I posted my letter to Dodo.  I hope she replies soon.










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NEXT TIME: ‘What am I gonna do?’

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!!!



MY DAY:
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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NEXT TIME: ‘Pop tarantula…’

Saturday, 21 February 1987

Rooms with Brittle Views

Approx 11.52am.

‘Rooms with Brittle Views’ – Bill Nelson

It’s been a raeght hectic week.

Daphne (the family friend who’s been staying with us since her marriage went bust) is moving out today and … oh!  Fuck…I’ll tell you later, okay?!

Later:
Approx 11pm.

‘Ziggy Stardust’ – David Bowie

I helped the family transport all Daphne’s stuff to her new flat in Wisbech, then I went into town and met Jazz Thompson (who was recently charged with shoplifting by the police). 
We did FECK all.

When I got home, Stan Flowers rang and asked me round to his house for a get-together.  So here I am.  I’ve been drinking a fair bit of home brew.  The get-together involved me, Stan, his brother Russell and Sadie Woolf.  We drank and listened to a few discs.  At about 10.15pm, we rang Flash and he told me that he’d finally finished with Dodo on Thursday (the day after she’d written my letter!) – but not due to me!  The secret is still safe!  It was all due to their constant disagreements, but he said to me: ‘Don’t worry.  You can still see her when you come.’ 

I’m off to his on Friday nite, hopefully.  He now has a new girlfriend called Vicky.  Quick work!  He was also beaten up in Wakefield today!  DRASTIC OR WHAT?  To cap it all, his dad (who moved out months ago) is trying to divorce his mum!

As we rang off, I decided to ring Dodo.  Her mum answered and told me Dodo was in bed.  I think Mrs Layne is rather suspicious of my motives, so I chatted for a bit and we started to get on well considering I hardly know her.  She says I can ring Dodo tomorrow.

So here I am.  It is 11.09pm and Flash is writing to me.  I am off to watch Merry Christmas, Mr Lawrence on the video now.
 

See ya!




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NEXT TIME: ‘Dead patchy…’

Friday, 20 February 1987

So Many Girls...


‘Pearly Dewdrops Drops’ – The Cocteau Twins

As the disco finished early this morning, the two gurlie-goth sisters (Saskia and Erica Markham) stayed at The Videodome with Roger and me.  We’ve fancied them for ages.  Nothing happened, though. 

After a cramped night on The Videodome sofa with Roger, Saskia and Erica, I got back to Tech and chatted a little to Jo Jordan and her mate Polly Willis (who used to be in my Political History group) to no real avail or interest.  I also spoke to Solomon Brown, David’s brother.  Roger and I chatted about THE MAGIC ROUNDABOUTS.  Baz’s said we can stay over at The Videodome next weekend to work on a proper demo. 

‘I ought to ask Flash to come down,’ I thought.

Later:
2.15pm.

I’m in English Lit.

Why is my life really spazzy?  Oh what do I feel about anything these days?  What do I feel about Saskia Markham and Erica Markham?  Both of them are nice girls but do I fancy either of them?  Saskia, perhaps.  She’s tough, though.  A lot of barriers.  A mask.  What do I feel about Jo Jordan (‘the little gothic’)?  Oh yes.  She’s very sharp and ‘real punk’ to look at, but her apparent disinterest in me and total interest in David Brown has put me off pursuing my affection for her.  I’m too shy to talk to her anyway.

As for Dodo, I am interested to discover if she has sent me a letter or not, as I haven’t been home.  GOD!  She is always in my head, but I ought to wait until a time comes when she is no longer with Flash before I make another move.  If there comes such a time!

As well as exploring my affections + emotions I’m also falling asleep.  In class!  THIS IS BAD!!!  I’m fucked… 

Later:

‘Notorious’ – Duran Duran

Not had much sleep. 

Worried about my views on life.

Now opening a letter from Dodo…

SHE SAYS SHE LOVES ME!
SHE SAYS SHE LOVES ME!

Oh god, Dodo.  You are beautiful.

It arrived on Thursday and was written on Wednesday.  She says that she loves me and wants me.  She can’t really express how much she feels.  She feels guilty, but can’t just drop it.  She says Flash knows that we like each other a lot.  On the party nite he had asked Chris Winford to keep an eye on us.  Apparently, Chris reported that nothing had happened.  A few of Dodo’s friends had also noticed our intimacy, but didn’t say much.  When I had gone on Sunday, Flash went to hers and told her how much he thought of her, which made her feel bad.  She too feels that life is bloody complicated.

GOD!  THANK YOU, DODO!




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NEXT TIME: ‘Rooms with brittle views…’