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Tuesday, 30 June 1987

A Letter from Gillian


‘Fanfare for the Common Man’ – Aaron Copland




Work was shit!



Unexpected Shock:

A letter from Gill Munden!  A chit-chat and I’m to write back!  Jolly!



She wrote just after she’d eaten prawn sarnies with LOTS of mayo.  Apparently she wrote me another letter first, but felt too embarrassed to send it because she ‘got a bit carried away with [her] feelings’ and it sounded like ‘a conversation between a suicide victim and the bloody Samaritans’.



‘I hope you don’t expect this letter to be as ‘witty’ and full of ‘jolly japes’ as yours because it’s just too much hass … man!’ 



She also says I can pour out any worries I have.



‘Because you seemed pretty down at the ole ‘rave-up’ t’other night!’ 



She asks me if I really like Holly Blue, or was I just missing Naomi perhaps?  She thinks I should stay in touch with Naomi as she seems to think a lot of me (I’ve shown Gillian the letters I’ve had) and I shouldn’t worry about stuff.



She also hopes I’ll be able to get into King’s Lynn when she goes and stays with Roger, so we can have a ‘chinwag’.  She can’t believe she + Roger are so close now, when all that time ago she was so worried that he wouldn’t go out with her and moaned at me about it all the time.



‘Can you remember when I first came over to you that morning, when you were own, and just started talking to you?  You must have thought I was mentally deranged or something!’



She says Roger told her I ‘slept’ round Sonia’s after the Tech party and calls me a ‘dirty little bugger’.  She asks me if I get on with her again now.



‘Stupid question if you ‘slept’ round there, isn’t it, really?  What’s her flat like?  Does she live on her own?  Did you enjoy your little ‘sejour’ round there then?  Tell me everything!’



Apparently Roger got pissed again on the last day of term.  There wasn’t a ‘do’ in the Common Room this time, though, so they all went down The Spread Eagle.  ‘Lucky sods,’ she says, as she has to work (or rather ‘slave away’) in the (‘antiseptic-smelling, gory, hospital waiting room-like’) dentists on Raymond Street in Thetford.



She encloses a business card from the dentist’s with this written on the back:



‘I think you need a bloody appointment because your teeth are as black as the moles on a “certain person’s” face!  So there!’ 



The ‘certain person’ is Sonia…



She says she’s missing everyone from college ‘badly’.  It’s horrible, she says, because she hasn’t really got any friends in Thetford and all the ‘Goths’ are about 15 years old and she hates them.  Her best friend has deserted her, she reckons, for a life of ‘prostitution (or thereabouts, the rate she carries on!)’.  Woe is she!



‘Perhaps I should turn to the big “R” – Religion, for some guidance and support and have “God” as my special friend! (ha bloody ha!)’



She asks me what I’ll do if I don’t return to college next year. 



‘You’re not going to become an ‘employed citizen’ like ‘moi’, are you?  Bloody hell!  What is the world coming to?!’



She signs off by asking me to ‘tell her absolutely everything + anything … tell me all your worries, and CHEER UP…’ and leaving me three kisses.



Rang Solomon.  He wasn’t in.  I might just pop in and see George on Saturday, as I can’t stay at his place…



COMPLETED: Two Bummers mixes: ‘Making Sense’ and ‘Yes, I’d Like To’.



See you later!



              A

LEttER

              FOR

               ‘ROGeR’S Bit



Hello Gillian!!!



Your letter was damn jolly-well unexpected and damn jolly-well nice…



(QUESTION: Where did you get my address?)



Well.  At the mo’ I’m working at Mum’s boyfriend’s lorry yard.  Hard and boring.  So your letter was very welcome.  I need lots of letters to take me out of this boredom.  I am working till August 27, and then I’m off to stay at Flash’s in Yorks.  Then we’re (me + Flash) off to Blackpool for our holz.



WOW!  I’m really glad you wrote…



HOLLY? – When I did her hair and she put her make-up on and wore that skirt, I decided she was really nice.  But I know Holly and me are not to be.  I’m not obsessive about her or anything.  It was just a mild notion I had.  Reinforced by a lot of alcohol.  I suppose I can safely say she is a really good friend.  I suppose I can also say ‘I fancy her’, but that’s all.  I leave it at that!



NAOMI (orgasms, wow, cor, etc!)



Much dribbling and dripping.



‘NAOMI is THE GURLIE 4 RITCHERDeCARLO .  I’M SURE OF IT,’ said God!



THE HISTORY OF ME AND Naomi Bell



I met Naomi on a trip to Norwich.



THE END



No.  I’ll carry on. 



At the time, I was going out with NICKI.  Did you ever hear about her? 



Anyhow, me and some pals (i.e. Simon, Pot Noodle and, well, no one else that’s a friend, but Keith + Plastic N(D)ick were there, too!) got pissed in Norwich.  Loads of girls chatted to us.  One of them was Naomi.  She was well pissed (and was going out with Alex, also!  AAH!).  We got off with each other and felt v. guilty, but still, we swapped addresses and wrote to each other a lot.  We became good, nay, best friends and I fell for her, totally!  By now I’d finished NICKI, or rather vice versa).  She told me that if I lived in Norwich + Alex had never existed, then we would almost definitely be going out with each other.  We were perfectly compatible in every sense.  So I, like a berk, wrote to her and told her I need her.  Naomi loved my attention, as Alex wasn’t giving her much, and so they finished with each other.  For about half a week.



At this time, Naomi told me of her forthcoming Birthday party (on 24th July – v. soon!).  I was invited, but then she got back with Alex, and, so as to avoid any hass, she asked me not to go.



After my birthday, I unexpectedly went to THE BELL in Norwich.  She saw me in there, but she was with Alex, so she kept running from one room to another to see me.



I sent her a photo.  She fell in love with it (so did her friend!)  But when I got really HEAVY over her, she suggested the best thing I could do was find a girlfriend.  But even then she said she’d get jealous.  She continually maintained that she did love me, but was not IN love with me.  But whenever she needed attention, a lot of love or just a chat, she always thought of me.



ALAS, last Saturday, Alex finished with her for another girl.  Naomi loved him like hell!  She’s in pieces and I want to help her get through all this, so I’m going to Norwich on Saturday.  She doesn’t know yet, so I’ll have to ring her.  I’ll probably go there with Solomon, Simon and Nigel.  If you want, one weekend this hol, all US lot could get together ‘n’ go to Norwich for a ‘rave-up’ (i.e. Me, You, Roger, Solomon, Holly, Luggage + Holly 2, Simon + Nigel.)  Yeah?



Yes, I was depressed at the disco.  I really needed Naomi.  You were all paired off and I wasn’t, for once! 



Yes!  I can be in K.L. any time you want (as long as you give me warning!).



THE ‘SON’IA ‘ESCAP(E)’ADE 

I stayed with her not out of lust but desperation.



At first, when you all kept telling me to ‘get off’ with her, I considered it, I must admit (PISSED)!  But when it was time to go home, I found I didn’t have enough money to get back to Roger’s!  So I asked Sonia.  We didn’t do anything.  NO THANK YOU!



Later:



I am alone with letters of Naomi, records and Horror films.  It is a beautiful time.







[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]



Next time: ‘More hilarious japes…’

Monday, 29 June 1987

The Brain of Morbius


11.20pm.





‘Breaking Glass’ – David Bowie




Dear diary, you are all I’ve got in this hell!  I shall be seeing a lot of you, I presume, out of boredom.  I hated work today, in a way that I’ve never hated anything before.  It wasn’t so much the boredom and the 8 hours of continual heavy lifting of pallets onto lorries, it was the weather, which was absolutely boiling.  I’ve got sunburn.  And I wanted to stay white!  My arms are burning, boiling and baking.  The work was fucking hard.  Approx 7 weeks of this?  I nearly keeled over in the sun today.  I felt sick and I kept going hot ‘n’ cold.


When I shifted one crap-bastard pallet today, I saw three, quite irregularly inscribed, purple letters on the wood: BMW!  Gach!  An Omen?  I don’t really need her any more.  Why couldn’t the letters have been NB?!



The only thing that gets me through the day is the lunch break when I get to read – and right now I’ve begun a project of reading all the Doctor Who books I got as a kid that I have never read, starting with The Brain of Morbius by Terrance Dicks




I had a bath tonite.  Did a bit of work on my BTC cassette, Bummers in America.






I’m not looking forward to tomorrow.  Please let a letter arrive from Flash!  Please let a letter arrive from Naomi!  Let Naomi be okay, somebody.  I really care about her.





I’ll ring Solomon tomorrow, I think…







[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]





Next time: ‘A letter from Gillian…’

Sunday, 28 June 1987

Dead Chuffed


Approx 6.40pm.



‘Muscle In Plastic’ – Bauhaus




Flash’s just rung.  I’m dead chuffed.  He’s quite well and he’s going to write to me.  He got a bit obsessed with Dodo again a few weeks ago.  Now he hates her, coz she’s crap!  Eddie is shit,’ he says.  Oh.



The two horror films were good last nite.






I’m off to ring Naomi tonight.



It’s fucking hot.  See you later…



Later:

Approx 9pm.



‘Heartache’ – Gene Loves Jezebel




I have rung Naomi.



She’s dead upset about Alex.  He’s told her he still loves her but really wants to go out with this other girl.  So she went out to Ritzy’s (last Monday, when I wanted to go) without Alex!  Whilst there, she met Nyall, Tony Pope and co.  And really fancied Nyall!  Is this girl blind?!  When I asked Nyall about their trip to Norwich, he said he’d met a Siouxsie-hairstyled girl and didn’t like her.  I shall probably slay him for this!



She isn’t coming to K.L. on Tuesday now, but is considering popping over – and quite possibly staying the night – here!  She wrote me a letter last week, but hasn’t got round to sending it.  She says she may send it this week.  It was written pre-Alex’s walk out.



As for me, I shall not write to her until she sends me the letter in question.  BUT I may in fact go to Norwich this weekend and stay at George’s.  So as to see Naomi.  That’ll make my week’s work more bearable.  Y’see, I’m working at Freddie’s yard as from tomorrow; right until the last week or so in August.  Two months.  So I’ve decided that I could possibly go to Norwich every weekend and see Naomi.  I’ll ring Solomon, Nigel + Simon this week to see if they wanna go on Saturday.  I definitely am.






Oh well.  Now I shall enter my latest bodily depression in this humid weather.  Flat hair.  Zits.  Boredom.  And money and Naomi at weekends.  I can’t wait!







[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]



Next time: ‘The Brain of Morbius…’

Saturday, 27 June 1987

With Or Without You


‘Can the Can’ – Ghost Dance




A new and very long letter from Naomi (‘somewhere in time…’) came today, with apologies for being late.  It was in a brilliant black envelope and addressed to ‘Jez, Bela’s reincarnation!’ from ‘Frankenstein’s Bride!’  She wrote it on Thursday at 12.45pm, perched on the arm of her sofa bed ‘absolutely starkers!’



‘I’ve just had a shower, and decided to write to you before anything else … even getting dressed!’



She starts by calling me her ‘gorgeous, hunky, darling, dearest, beautiful, wonderful, bestest wonder… Jezebel!’ and thanks me ‘a billion’ for ‘the most lovely letter ever’.  She keeps re-reading it and she loves it.  She only got it 20 minutes before she started writing, but just had to answer straight away.


She’s very distressed that her mum wants her to go down to the shops for some bread, whilst walking ‘the stupid mongrel’ Lemmy, who keeps ‘humping’ her leg.  Her mum also saw the pictures I drew for her (of various vampires) and said they were ‘absolutely exquisite’. 


She signs off her to go to the shops, offering me tons of love and six kisses.



But 2 minutes later she comes back, to say:



‘I’m listening to U2’s The Joshua Tree and ‘With Or Without You’ has just reached my eardrums.  I’ve decided that this song reminds me so much of you.  It’s true.  I can’t live with or without you.  Other than Alex, you are the most important man in my life.  But then I can’t be with you.  But I would go mad if you went away forever.  Now I’ll think of you every time I hear this track!  I just wanted you to know.  Now I must get dressed!’



She signs off again, by saying ‘Be happy’ and then adding:



‘Would it be wrong to sign off like this: I love you (in some way or other!  But you know what I mean, don’t you…?)’



‘Hair of the Dog’ - Bauhaus


The letter resumes ‘about 5 thousand hours later!’ at 2.15pm, when she is happy and dancing around the room, kissing the walls and ‘…oh wow!’  She is excited because she might be able to meet me in King’s Lynn on Tuesday 30th.  Her mum’s got a day off work and wants to go to King’s Lynn for the day. 



‘Yeah!  Brill!  Orgasms!  Jellies!  Ugly bits!  Wonderful!’ 



The only catch is that they’d all have to go in her mum’s mate, Wendy’s car, which needs a new exhaust pipe.  Still, ‘YIPEEEEE!’ she cries. 



‘Sounds of horror as the floor caves in with Naomi’s dancing around!  Glory be!  I’m gonna see Jez again!  Life seems so much more happy now I’ve got Tuesday to look forward to…’ 



She then signs off with ‘lots of love ‘n’ kisses’ (six, in fact) to go and get the bread.



She resumes at 4.05pm, after getting the bread.  After stuffing her face with toast, she and the dog went out in the pouring rain. 



‘So there I was, dragging the gog along (or vice versa!), badly getting caught on this stupid barbed wire on some bid’s fence (hair flopping in the meantime!), getting more and more pissed off…  In the garage, Lemmy knocked all the bog rolls over!  My face turned crimson.  Next, I nipped into the paper shop for my long-awaited cigarettes , and Lemmy caused more havoc there!!  I GIVE UP!’ 



Threatening to ‘marmalize’ the dog, she signs off with love and eight kisses to go and do the washing up.



‘Meat Of Youth’ – Meat Of Youth




At 4.50pm she returns, saying she’s loved writing little bits to me throughout the day.  She starts to reply more properly to my last letter, thanking me for the ‘brilliant art work’, which is now on the wall next to her bed. 


She asks me if I’m doing art at college, because she loves the ‘brill pics’ of Bela Lugosi. 


She says I ought to be, because I’m ‘dead talented’. 



She says she can’t draw to save her life and even enclosed a drawing of a made up ‘high and mighty’ goth girl she did in 1985 to prove the point.  It is very primitive, agreed, but I still like it.



She tells me she’s angry with me because I didn’t go to Ritzy’s with other members of the Tech ‘goth-gang’ the other night.  Apparently, she always goes to Ritzy’s without Alex (who won’t go for various reasons), so it would have been ‘the perfect time to talk, etc, without wagging tongues’.  She asks me to go along next time.  ‘It’d be brilliant!’



She’s also angry with Plastic Nick.



‘Just coz he’s a total cunt about you!  Tell him from me he’s a spotty creep!’



She then realizes it was my disco ‘yesterday’.  She asks if I had fun dancing to Spandau Ballet and Wham! 



‘Did you enjoy watching those “beautiful” Traceys dancing round their white handbags in their “lovely” stilletoes?!!



‘The Singer’ - Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds




She tells me things at home are not much better (‘They never are’).  By then she’s already had a row with her mum about going to King’s Lynn.  Wendy (her mum’s friend) still hadn’t confirmed it, so Naomi got annoyed and her mum had a go at her for being silly. 



‘Stupid cow!  God!  I was totally relieved when she went to work!’



Referring to my letter, she says:



‘What do you mean, don’t worry about your feelings?  SHUT UP!  I can worry if I want to!  And I do, a lot, so there!!  Please don’t get so upset in your letters!  Every time I read them, I feel so guilty.  Sometimes I just want to cry.  Especially when you say you’re listening to “Heartache”, etc.  I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t say that.  It’s all my bloody fault in the first place…’



Everyone keeps asking her what she wants for her birthday, but she doesn’t know.  Alex’s already bought her the buckle boots she showed me in The Bell on that Saturday.  If I really want to send her something, she says she’d like



‘…something small, something which is typically you, i.e. weird and gothic!  Something I can wear to remember you by every time I look at it.  But then again, you needn’t bother – I didn’t get you anything!  And you’ve already given me everything I could ever wish for: a beautiful friendship and more love than I could want…’ 



She totally agrees that our relationship is ‘strange’, but so what? 



‘We’ve still got each other, and that to me – and I hope, to you – is the most important thing.’ 



She says that before she started writing, she agreed with Marc Almond that life makes a mess of us and that every decision or feeling we have causes us mental distress.  Now, after thinking about me all day she feels much better!



She wishes me good luck with my ‘labour’ at Freddie's yard, and hopes I have a good time in Blackpool. 



‘Hope you can come down to Norwich soon…’



She ends the letter by saying:



‘Please, please, please come and see me soon.  ‘Phone/write as soon as you wake up and find this letter inside the dark walls of your letter box!  Always remember me, and keep your fingers, toes and everything else crossed for my visit on Tuesday!  All my love, kisses, jelly, belly button fluff, nail clippings, custard, Ritzy’s toilet roll, drawing pins and, best of all, my utmost love and dreams of happiness…’ 



She adds 11 kisses.



‘P.S.  Jez…  Jez…  Oh, you know what I mean!  Bye!’



I do know what she means.



Later:

8pm.



‘The Man with the X-Ray Eyes’ – Bauhaus




Desperations!  Shocks and Horrors!



Well, today’s been dull.  Once again, I stayed in. 



But anyway, the phone just rang and it was Naomi.  She was in a real state.  Alex’s finished with her!  She was at Alex’s last nite and he wouldn’t sleep with her.  She had the bed and he slept on the sofa.



In The Bell tonight, Alex told her he still loves her but wants to go out with another girl.  So Naomi is dead upset and ready to scratch the girl’s eyes out.  If she ever finds out who she is.

 

She’s dying to see me again.



The good news is: I can ring her tomorrow and if I’m lucky, she’ll have some news about her coming over to King’s Lynn.  Oh, please, let Freddie give the day off work to see her!  PUR-LEASE!







[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]



Next time: ‘Dead chuffed…’

Friday, 26 June 1987

That Andrews Woman


‘Anaconda’ – The Sisters of Mercy




Things were shit today. 



I went to the dentists again, and on my way home I saw the lady who was in ANDREWS coffee bar on Tuesday.  I saw her and she did a double take from across the road when she noticed me.  Or did she?  Whatever, she looked directly at me and said ‘hello’.  At least, I hope she was saying hello to me and not someone else near me.  If it was someone near me, then it was a bloody big coincidence.  Whatever.  I smiled back.  Please God, say she fancies me!  She looks like she could be really, sort of, sexually bored, but I’m probably just hoping.  I only fancy her cos I think she fancies me…




A programme about Hammer Horror films was good.



Today was crap, apart from that.






the





Naomi.  I sent you a letter on Tuesday.  Write to me.







[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]



Next time: ‘With or without you…’

Thursday, 25 June 1987

What Happened With Sonia


My No.1: ‘Dead Man’s Autochop’ – Specimen




Hello, diary, you fucking shit wanger!  I’m fucked in the hee-adde.  Well ‘n’ truly.  Life’s been HEK-TIK…



I was sitting with Sonia, taking all her clothes off.  Then all my mates came in and told me all the rumours they’d been hearing about her.  Stuff I already knew.  I told them to fuck off and proceeded to kiss her all over, only to find thick muck caking her unwashed skin…



Then I woke up.  I’d been dreaming and it was an hour later than when I’d last looked. 



Sonia made me another coffee.  We chatted about stupid things, and even though we were in the same double bed, we were fully clothed and all notions of ‘getting together’ with her had been extinguished from my mind.  Nothing happened.  Thank god!



During our conversation, I found out that behind my back, Kevin had given her back the Cult tape she had lent me.  I had lent it to him, but fully intended on keeping it or myself – and he knew that because I told him.  I know that’s not a nice thing to do, but I can’t believe Jason betrayed our friendship and told her the whole story, too!  Bastard!  I hate him now.  CUNT!



[No!  He’s nice now, is Kev – Ritch, Sept ’87!]



Sonia kept me wake till about 5.30am, then we both fell asleep.



We awoke at about 11am, and she rushed off to work.  I put on a Sisters tape and tidied the bedsit before returning to Tech with a massive hangover.



‘Lucifer Over Lancashire’ – The Fall




At Tech, Roger was nazzed and the whole world was accusing me of having sex with Sonia.  I put the record straight before indulging in a gorgeous glass of Alka-Seltzer.

I spent the day famished, surviving on a liquid diet.  Drinks like the Chicken Soup that Roger and I had bought for us.


In English Lit, I was 3% below average for First Year marks, which means that I have to work harder next year… 



In the afternoon, Luggage asked (the other) Holly out – she said yes! – and Plastic Nick irritated everyone.  I shall perhaps break his neck when we return in September…



I then said farewell to my mates as, for me, college finished for the Summer.  10 weeks off.  How shit!




  

I am jealous of Simon ‘n’ Nigel, going to Reading.  They’ll be having fun watching The Mission + The Nephilim, while Flash and I’ll be in Blackpool getting brayed o’er by some pissed yobs down for the Bank Holiday.  Much fun, oh yus!  Of course, that could NEVER happen to us, eh, Flash?



Sorry about that.  I’ve got a hangover…



It was good to get home.  And eat.  And indulge in COFFEE.







[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]



Next time: ‘That Andrews woman…’