25 Years Too Late...

25 Years Too Late...

Friday, 31 July 1987

The July Cassette


CACK!

The weather has been a gayboy.

 

‘Killer K’ – Sex Gang Children



 

Naomi’s coming tomorrow.  Oh, exquisite!  A letter arrived from her (‘the Crazy One’) today.  It was addressed to ‘Another Crazy One!’

 

She wrote it ‘30 minutes after the witching hour’ on Wednesday 29th July. 

 

‘Good evening, Oh lustful one.’

 

She imagines I’m fast asleep as she writes. 

 

‘Never mind, I’m still thinking about you.’ 

 

She says she’s had a ‘mega-hectic week, to say the least’.  She’s due back at the dole office tomorrow, so she has to be up at 7am (‘Bugger…’)

 

On Tuesday evening she had a really upsetting row with her dad over the ‘phone.  Everything started off okay, but then he got ‘hot under the collar and started going mental.  He moaned and groaned and threatened to kill Mum!’  Naomi tried to stick up for her mum, but when that failed, she blurted out, ‘You blame her for every fucking thing!’  This got him ‘dead mad’ and he shouted (‘through the sound barrier’) at her, saying, ‘Don’t you ever speak to me again!’, then slammed the ‘phone down. 

 

‘Adults.  Who needs ‘em?!!’ 

 

She supposes everything will be alright in the end.

 

‘…if not I’ll run away to the mountains…  Do you fancy emigrating to Everest?’

 

She tells me the good news that Flash’s ‘Death’ action figure has not been lost.  He was rescued by Belinda, in The Bell.  She passed him over to Sally, who is now temporarily fostering him. 

 

‘He is said to be fine, but missing Flash like bugger!’

 

She also sends her love to Flash, asking how Groomstool-face is doing.  Naomi still has Groomstool’s ‘extra massive willy’, which is ‘doing fine’.  She thanks Betty for the birthday card she sent and asks me to give Chip a massive sloppy kiss from her.

 

By now it’s 1am:

 

‘but then I love writing to you, and I do love you tons and billions, so I suppose the fact that I’ll get less than 6 hours’ sleep tonight doesn’t matter an oogle!’

 

Apparently my name is still engraved in one of the tables at The Bell.

 

‘What’s it feel like to be famous?!’

 

Apparently her mum really, really liked me.  She thinks I’ve got ‘a wonderful sense of humour’. 

 

‘It’s brilliant!  Everyone really likes you!!’

 

Sally stayed over at Naomi’s on Monday night and she likes me, too.  She kept telling Naomi how good I am for her, etc. 

 

‘I think it’s about time I opened up a fan club for you!’ 

 

However, she’s annoyed that Sally’s borrowed The July Cassette (the music tape I did her) and now she has nothing decent to listen to or ‘annoy the bitchy neighbours with!’

 

She then realizes that this is the last ever letter she will send me from that address as she will be moving into her new place in Bond Street (off Dereham Road) on Friday.  She says the walls look really bare without my pictures on them.  Sally, Jon and Geordie will be helping her move in, and they’re all staying over.  On Saturday they’ll drive her to the bus station so she can catch the 12pm bus to King’s Lynn.  She can’t wait and she’s counting the minutes! 

 

‘Here’s to Saturday: Caravan lust!’

 

She then apologises for her ‘strange moods’ on Sunday.  Apparently it was a mixture of being scared about moving:

 

‘…and the fact that I’ve fallen so madly in love and you were about to go for another 5 days.  I’m sorry.’

 

At 1.30am, she signs off by saying ‘goodnight and sweet dreams’, offering me:

 

‘…lots of utter love, kisses, cuddles, hugs, dreams, lust, orgasms, pervy places, serpent tongues (“So, my pretty one…”, etc!) and everything and anything.’ 

 

She signs her name with 15 kisses.

 

‘P.S. I love you more and more every time I see you and DON’T YOU BLOODY FORGET IT, SHIT-HEAD!!  No, seriously, I love you and I can’t wait until Saturday!  Byeee!’

 

By the way, Gillian Munden wrote again yesterday and if I don’t write back she’ll bray me. 

YAAIIIRGHH!

 

Here it is:

 

‘Dear Jez,

               

Hurry up + bloody well write back you smelly poo-face!

 

Yours ‘Lovingly’,

Gillian!

xxx

 

P.S.  This paper is black because it represents death – and DEAD is what you’re going to be if you don’t answer this letter!

 

P.P.S.  THIS IS A THREAT!!!

 

(I love ya really!)’

 

Uncle Norman and Aunty Janet came to stay tonite with Janet’s mum and dad.  Nice to see ‘em all again.

 

‘Times of our Lives’ – Sex Gang Children



 

Naomi rang tonite.  She’s not pregnant!  Phew!

 

I can’t wait to see her.

 



 

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Next time: ‘1998…’

Thursday, 30 July 1987

Revenge of the Robbers


My No.1: ‘Boneshaker Baby (John Peel Session)’ – Alien Sex Fiend



 

Thank god it’s Thursday.  Nearly Saturday.  What a very slow and fucking crap week I’ve had so far.  Wouldya dare?

 

Later:

11.09pm.

 

I HATE HAVING MY HAIR ALL LANK + CREPE FOR WORK, BUT I JUST CAN’T BE ARSED!  I HATE MY FACE COS MY ZITS ARE REGROUPING!  I HATE MY CHIN – IT’S NEARLY GOT A BEARD!

 


 

AAAAAAAAAH!

 

WHAT A SHIT LIFE!  I NEED YOU NOW, NAOMI!!! 

 

SWEAT LOTS

 


 

Oh god! What a load of fucking crap.  Am I bored or what?

 



 

[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 July Cassette…’

Wednesday, 29 July 1987

Six Years From Now: 29/07/93

Six Years From Now...

‘INCREASED DANGER OF ACCIDENTS IN THE HOME…’

 

‘Come Into My Life’ – Robert Plant



 

Last night, when I got in, I had a letter from PANIC saying they wanted me to audition.  I was pleased, but it’s not actually worth my while financially – at least it proves I’m (semi-)employable!  I also got a letter from ILLUSION saying they’ll be in touch about their next tour.  Oh, and TOAST finally replied with a ‘no thanks’ – bummers!

 

So where’s the plot twist?

 

I’ll tell you…

 

Johnny rang Larry Goodgirl yesterday and Goodgirl told him he had been contracted to direct a kids’ show in Blackpool during the autumn (and possibly through Christmas) but wasn’t sure what show to mount.  Johnny suggested The Gingerbread Man.  After a lengthy discussion, it turns out that we may all be re-uniting for a new version of Ginge with Goodgirl at Blackpool VERY soon!  What’s more, we’ve all agreed that I will ask Flash to come and play ‘Mr Salt’.  ABSOLUTELY SKILL if it happens.  Johnny’s even negotiated use of the set and costumes we used on our last tour.

 

‘Great Spirit’ – Robert Plant



 

On top of all this, Johnny and Fernanda did some ‘extra’ work for the agency last week – on Lovejoy! 


As money’s tight, I decided to ask Johnny for the agency’s number again.  I tried a few times last year, but never got a response, but today I did.  Within five minutes I’d been offered a job as an extra at Cambridge University for next Tuesday, playing a student.  I hope it all works out.  I’m VERY excited, because it’s for an episode of Lovejoy – one of my favourite TV shows!

 

‘More to Life than This’ – Bjork



 

Tonight, I went out for a drink at the Angles with Johnny and Nandy, which was nice.  He’s a top bloke and they listened to my problems.  The problems remain, yes, but now I have this wonderful sense of happiness breaking through and of my life coming together.

 

I had hoped to see Cherry behind the bar, but she wasn’t there.

 



 

[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: ‘Back to 1987…’

Tuesday, 28 July 1987

Six Years From Now: 28/07/93


SIX YEARS INTO THE FUTURE…

 

Today has been a good day.


 

My No.1: ‘Isn’t It Amazing’ – Hothouse Flowers



 

I met up with Spock this morning and we picked up Murg and The Commander and drove off into sunny Suffolk.

 

 

We went to Long Melford and ate lunch at The Bull Inn, where Ghost-hunter Harry Price used to stay when he was chasing spirits at Borley Rectory.


 

SPOCK: GHOST-HUNTER…


 

‘An Emotional Time’ – Hothouse Flowers



 

Following lunch, we drove off to Borley, knowing full well it was the day that the Ghost of the Nun is alleged to walk the churchyard.

 

When we arrived, there were several people lingering at the Rectory door (quite a contrast from last year).  Quite incredibly, ne of the village residents got quite irritated and decided – in a bid to shut us ‘tourists’ up and get rid of us – to show us the inside of the church.  This was quite unprecedented, apparently.

 

There were 13 of us: me, Spock, The Commander, Murg, a ghost-hunter and his assistant, two young boys, a young couple, two very attractive teenage girls from Sudbury and the village woman.

 

I spoke to the ghost-hunter who revealed to me that it was 130 years to the day that the ghost nun was first seen.  I’m pretty certain a chilling hush descended about us as he told me this.

 


 

Outside, I sat and chatted with the two girls for a bit, then I posted my poetry to the publishers who are doing an anthology of poems about ghosts, thinking it would be excellent to have a Borley postmark on it.

 

After Borley, Spock drove me and the fellers to Hadleigh where we had afternoon tea.  I had a wonderful selection of cheese and biscuits, and a really good chat with the waitress.



We then drove off and had an hour or two walking around a wild and wonderful nature reserve.  After supper in Diss, we finally returned home.

 

As Spock dropped me off on my drive, he said:

 

‘This’ll be like the end of an episode of Twin Peaks.  Dale Cooper decides to go fishing and it’s all nice and then, suddenly, a Canadian Mountie bursts in and he’s under arrest.  You’ll go in now after today’s pleasant episode, but when you close the door behind you, the plot’ll twist and a new storyline will burst into your life…’

 

And it did.

 



 

[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 future continues…’

Monday, 27 July 1987

Static


‘I’m Doing Time in a Maximum Security Twilight Home’ – Alien Sex Fiend



 

‘NOTHING CAN GO WRONG…’

 

Flash and his nappy rash left Blackberry Narrow and went home.  I worked.  Flash got pissed off at home as he’d bought ‘Catch’ by The Cure and it made him think of the weekend.  He cried a lot.  He wants to come again soon.  I hope he does. 

 

I watched Back to the Future.  It was okay.



 

I like Bauhaus.

 

Later:

 

On a horizon built of golden sand,

I love your essence (taste and smell)

Kicking off your shoes and laying

Down amongst the incense flowers

With me; you kiss my mind and I

Hold your breath upon my lips,

Smoke blown; our souls can cross whole seas. 

 

Later:

 


 

Oh god.  I don’t really know how I feel.  I’m in bed at the moment, for what may be one of the last times in this sky blue room.  Y’see, they’ve already started decorating it for Jack and Chip.  That’s a real bastard, though.  They never finished it all off for me, and now they’re straight into it for them two.  I feel a bit pushed out of the way.  I feel evicted.  I bet Betty’s been through all my things, reading diaries and so on, like she has before.  This seems to be the first real phase of an attempt at getting rid of me.  Yet, they do agree with my new room ideas, i.e.: black and purple.  With lots of bats and webs.

 


Another real arsehole is this: my body is producing an excess of static electricity.  It hurts.  You see, if I go to open the caravan door, my body becomes a mass of pain, vibration and shock.  Simultaneously. It doesn’t affect anyone else.  Strange.

 

I love The Munsters by the way.

 

 

It’s been a long weekend, though, and my feelings for it are so numb.  Am I sad?  Happy?  Depressed?  Normal?  WHAT’S NORMAL?!

 



 

[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: ‘Six years into the future…’

Sunday, 26 July 1987

Crap Caravan Nite


As the day began, Flash, Naomi, Emily and I were in Naomi’s living room, chatting – until an exceedingly early time in the morning – about ghosts, death, etc.  We started getting shitted up, and even emotionally estranged by everything, i.e.: Flash and me crying for no apparent reason.  Then we all dozed off to sleep.

 

Later:

 

‘Silver Moon’ – David Sylvian


 

Today was such a jape.  Emily went home mega early (I don’t think she knew what had hit her; I certainly don’t think she was expecting to spend the weekend with a bunch of freaky goths).  Naomi and I got a bit sexually frustrated.  We did some taping.  Had a nice lunch and then set off home.  I rang Betty and told her Flash was coming back with me.  She was okay about it, but a little cold on the subject.

 

Leaving The Bell, Flash and I got a bus to King’s Lynn, bought some chips and set off walking the seventeen miles to Wisbech St Mary. 

 

It pissed it down.  We got very wet.  We talked a lot.

 

'A Song For While I'm Away' – Thin Lizzy


 

I realise that Flash is great.  A determined man.  He wants all our BTC stuff and The Dead Dead (now Blessed Are The Undead) to really take off.  Keep throwing this determination at me, Mr Kraal.  Get me up off my arse!!!

 

We got a lift to Guyhirn after a 5 mile walk.  Then we walked 3 miles home to spend a nite in the caravan – without any electricity, no diary swapping and a couple o’ crap cheese sarnies.  Very miserable, but we chatted more.

 

The weekend was so weird.  Good or bad, I’m unsure.  I’ll look back on it and miss it.

 



 

[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: ‘Static…’

Saturday, 25 July 1987

Naomi's Birthday


‘Catch’ – The Cure



 

NAOMI’S BIRTHDAY.  SHE’S SO DELICIOUS.

 


 

DODO IS SHIT!

 


 

The day started in Henry’s, still partying, but I can’t think of much else that may have happened that I haven’t already told you.  Still, at about 2.30am we got a madcap taxi ride to Naomi’s where me, Flash, Naomi and Emily spent a happy time chatting before going to bed feeling very tired.

 

Flash and I got up, totally, at about 9.30am, and the day was spent basically doing everybody’s hair and getting ready.  Although boring at the time, it was good, I suppose.  It gave Flash and I chance to talk about things: life, Goths, BTC, Doctor Who (a mutual renewed interest).  Due to these conversations, I find myself very interested in Who again, having not been that bothered for about 2 years.  We listened to each other’s cassettes, and even recorded some stuff with Naomi for the Waxy X-periment project.  Naomi began to worry a little as she was menstrually late – my first ‘pregnancy scare’ and hopefully my last.  Emily seemed totally bored.  She’s nice, though (if somewhat square).

 


After a bit, we went to the city and dossed about before attacking The Bell, which was very dull and empty.  What is more, Flash and I were skint.  Belinda and Wanda hardly said fuck all.  Sally, Naomi, Flash and I chatted a lot and improvised some Berwin Groomstool / American Man sketches. 

 

 
Emily chatted to a strange man.  ‘Catch’ by The Cure came on the video and we all got really squibbly and sentimental.  A brilliant record!

 

After a while, Flash/Morbius lost his little Kull figure.  We got a bit bored.  Naomi and I decided it was time for sex.  So we all went home and Naomi and I made love.


 


We had birthday cake and then all sat and watched Frankenstein Created Woman, which started off as a really sad, upsetting story (the girl was dead sweet and the gang was a bastard!) but developed into a twatty scog of a picture. 



Cushing was excellent. 


I have a lot of renewed faith in him.

 



 

[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: ‘Crap caravan nite…’

Friday, 24 July 1987

Naomi's Party


‘L’America’ – The Doors



 

You are invited to

 

Naomi’s 18th

 

at

 

Henry’s Night Club

 

on

 

Friday 24th July,

 

9pm – 2am                                                          

 

R.S.V.P by 17th July

 

OVER TO NORWICH FOR NAOMI BELL’S 18TH BIRTHDAY PARTY…

I worked all day and came home to get ready to go.  Everything was okay, ‘cept my hair which shitted up on the way to the bus.  The bus ride was dull and very long.  Very tiring.

 

I arrived in Norwich at about 8pm and asked an obvious Sisters fan if he knew where I could find a toilet.  I didn’t know him, but he directed me.  Alas, they were locked but we ended up chatting.  And.  Surprise!  Surprise!  Guess whose pahtey he was off to?  Aye!  Naomi’s! 

 

Anyhow.  He went away somewhere and I went down to The Bell to find Flash (now known as Morbius).  And, yes!  There he was, naked and tied to a tree.

 

Oh fuck.  I’ll finish this later.

 

Later:

 

‘Crazy Nights’ – Kiss



 

No, seriously.  He was there.  Safe and well arrived.  I wasn’t really surprised to find him in the middle of loads of Naomi’s mates, getting on well with everybody.  He was a little pissed and I proceeded to try and join him in being drunk, with the help of vodka.  Lots of vodka.  It was great to see him.  Great to see him in Norwich.  Great for him to mix with my ‘mates’ and acquaintances.  Y’see, he was introduced to them all by Belinda (with whom I am now a good friend), Hanna and Wanda who decided he looked interesting and so got talking to him.  All seemed astounded and chuffed that he and I are best mates.  We all had a lark in the pub and Flash was so… so… so Gordony!  He got off with Belinda and Hanna almost simultaneously, which he must have been chuffed about.  I sat and chatted to Bugs and Traci, and got continually irritated by Belinda flirting with me, flattering me and trying to get off with me.  So I chatted for a while with Wanda, then we all went down to Henry’s.

 


 

Naomi was delicious as usual and her party was excellent.  It was full of goths, hardcores, rockers and all manner o’ folks.  After some persuading, the Trendy DJ agreed to play our kinda music.

 

Morbius (Flash) and I got hammered and sat on the floor watching people dance.  We talked a lot and realised we have both begun to get into Doctor Who again.  For a laugh, we sat and tested our knowledge of the stories (in order) and who wrote them…

 


 

Then we did some spoovy dancing – or rather slamming – and I chatted with Johnny Gunn, then Wanda again who was coming on to me.  Which I quite liked, actually.  I bought her a lot of drinks.  Naomi was always mingling, but we were very loving.  She’s great.  Yes, I was hassled because Hanna kept trying to get off with me.  At one point, she collapsed crying on me about her ex-boyfriend.  Naomi nearly killed us both, thinking we were getting off.  Okay, so I kissed Hanna once.  Properly, on the mouth.  But that’s as far as it went.  I then got chatting to all sorts of people.  The Sisters fan, a kid called Pete who Flash really liked, Smith, and a few others.  Naomi introduced me to her friend Sally, who shocked me by revealing her age – sixteen!  I couldn’t believe it.  Anyway, she’s really nice, I like her a lot and her hair is the best hairstyle I’ve ever seen.  Bride-style.  Yummy!

 

The party was fun.  I got well pissed.  Met Naomi’s pen-friend Emily, who was quiet, but nice.  I also met a nice guy by the name of Colin [FUTURE DOCTOR WHO ARTIST COLIN HOWARD, IN FACT – Ritcherd, 24th July 1994], and a guy called Smith.  Flash screwed Belinda on a seat in front of everyone, but secretly, yeah?  I really enjoyed myself.  I think Flash did, too...
 
 
 
My hair went great, by the way.

 


 

 



 

[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: ‘Naomi’s birthday…’