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Showing posts with label Anastasia. Show all posts
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Thursday, 19 November 1987

Sacrilege


6.50am-ish.

 

My No.1: ‘Sacrilege’ – The Mission



 

Hello.  Morning, etc. 

 

Please let today be interesting in an emotional/gurl situation kind of way.  Please.  I think…

 

See you later…

 

Later:

11.01pm.

 

‘Catastrophe Crunch’ – Foetus



 

It pissed it down today.  Justine’s hair went flat, but mine stayed up and… well… actually, it went a bit curly.  UUGH!!!

 

Roger and Suz were close to ‘the end’, but it didn’t quite happen.  And all Suz ‘n’ Justine’s lot thought I was taking the piss out of them, which I wasn’t.  But you know girls…

 

Roger ‘n’ I talked to Blondie and Tracey a real lot.  Roger and those two are off to a gig on Saturday nite, and Roger and Blondie are going to sleep ‘rough’.  Together!!!  I hope all goes well.  By Monday, Roger + Suz’ll be finished, I suppose.  I’ve nothing much against Suz, but she’s not right for Roger and he can do better with Blondie, I think.

 

I still think of Francesca.  Perhaps I can get a photo of her from Anastasia

 

As for Anastasia, I think her and her boyfriend (Sam) have finished.  Probably for the best ‘n’ all.

 

Luggage fancies a girl called Joanne.

 

‘Crockett’s Theme’ – Jan Hammer



 

I’m getting bored of life.  I would go to this gig, but I need the money for Floodland.  I could also go to see Fields of the Nephilim with Simon Nightingale tomorrow night, but… well… The Sisters Of Mercy come first, I’m afraid.

 

I’ll be back if anything else occurs to me…

 

Oi!  Mad Ruth’s real name is Kate!

 



 

[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: ‘Music News…’

Wednesday, 18 November 1987

Fiendzine


11.50pm.

 

‘Blood Brother’ – The Mission



 

WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE LATELY?

 

 

‘The Ink In The Well’ – David Sylvian



 

I wasn’t at all well today.  Chest pains…

 

Oh, Francesca.  Have a beautiful life.  Yes.  She went off to Canada yesterday, and as soon as she writes to Anastasia, Anastasia will reply and send her my address.  I just can’t seem to get this myth, this legend that is Francesca Crook out of my life or my mind.  Strange…

 

Today, I really want Floodland, the latest Sisters of Mercy album!  I need it.  I really do.  Legs bought it today.  And when a square like him buys a Sisters album before you, you worry.  I’ve got to get it on Saturday.

 

Simon Nightingale was around today.  And he was v. lively!  ACE!

 

‘Life In Tokyo (Special Remix)’ – Japan



 

I saw Dan Bacon today and he gave me IRON MAIDEN’s Piece of Mind LP. 


 

His dad, Giles, said that if I want to go to Leedsland next weekend, he’ll give me a lift there ‘n’ back, as he’s going up.  I ain’t mentioned it to my folks yet, but I will.  It’ll be a good excuse to see Flash at his new home…

 

Speaking of Flash, he rang me tonite and he’s having a lot of domestic hassle.  His dad and his mum and lots of other tension that you can read about in his diary, if you like.  Okay?

 

Oh Flash!  Is it true you asked ASF / BCT to put my name + address in the Fiendzine?  Oh, I hope they do.

 

No lectures tomorrow.  How shit!!!

 

Francesca… Francesca… Francesca… Francesca… Francesca… soon… I hope… soon…

 

Tracey’s still mad on me.  I’ve heard nothing new from this girl at the Queen’s School, though.

 



 

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Next time: ‘Sacrilege…’

Tuesday, 17 November 1987

God Bless You


6.15pm.

BURGER ME, Wisbech Market Place…

 

‘Paperback Writer’ – The Beatles



 

It’s TUESDAY!

 

A cup of tea, volume two of TOLKIEN’s Lord Of The Rings and a happy disposition. 

 

What more could a man ask?  Plenty.  But I won’t.  Tonight I cannot be consumed by greed.  I’ve just been sitting in St Peter’s Gardens, outside the church, talking to a ‘tramp’, or rather a down and out.  His name was Bob and he needed to talk to someone about his life and lifestyle.  I was that person and I feel good for listening to him.  Especially when we parted and he said, ‘God bless you.’  And although I’m not strictly religious… I… I… feel better for him saying that.  As if life is meant to be good…

 

‘Sons Of Pioneers’ – Japan



 

I feel a lot for Francesca.  And I still live in hope that we will be successful ‘correspondents’.  I can’t wait to get in touch with Francesca, it’s like a dream come true, except it obviously isn’t as the dream I had was very much the other way around…

 

TRIANGLIA at 7pm.  Speaking of which, you won’t remember her, but Elizabeth who used to go there is at this mo’ here, in Burger Me, as a waitress.  Uncanny, eh?  No.  I didn’t think so either.

 

Wonder if that girl at the Queen’s School wrote to me?

Wonder if Flash’s written to me?  Wonder if he’s moved?

Wonder if Diana will ever reply?

Wonder when Francesca will write to Anastasia?

 

I’m off to the Angles.  See you there.

 

Later:

APPROX 6.45pm.

 

‘Gimme Gimme Gimme’ – The Sisters of Mercy


 

Here I am.  Alone.  In the Theatre Bar.  Wish I could get into the studio and play this tape.

 

What’s happened today?

 

Tech lessons were dull, Justine’s dull, and Suz’s bitchy.  Roger wants to hit Tim, he’s no further in his love developments, Blondie wants him but is prepared to wait, and Tracey still likes me.

 

As for Anastasia, what shall I do?  She likes me loads and she’s very nice… but… I can’t say if I’d like to ‘go out’ with her or not.  I don’t think we’re fully suited. 

 

Later:

11.19pm.

 

‘Sister Ray’ – The Sisters of Mercy



 

Hi.  I’m at home.  Floodland, the new LP by The Sisters of Mercy is out and I’m not dead bothered about it.  I shock myself!  As long as I get it before Christmas I’ll be happy.  Cos if I don’t, I never will.

 

‘Ghosts’ – Japan



 

This girl at the Queen’s School. 

Well.  Jack said, ‘Hi’, to her today.  He asked her what music she likes, but all he can remember her saying is Alien Sex Fiend.  Which is ace, really, cos last night I was listening to them a lot.  Again!  And they wrote to me today with lots of merchandise news ‘n’ stuff.  Very unexpected.  I don’t think Flash or anyone sent an SAE to Blue Crumb Truck for me, so they must automatically relay all info once your on the list, which is good.  Jack’ll ask this girl to write to me tomorrow.

 

OH well.

 

OH FRANCESCA…

 



 

[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 of the usual nonsense…’

Monday, 16 November 1987

Delta and the Bannermen


‘Being for the Benefit of Mr Kite’ – The Beatles



 

Mary wrote me a letter (in red biro) at the weekend and gave it to me today.  Heigh-ho!

 

She asks me how I’m feeling.  ‘Pretty bad’ she supposes.  She says she almost cried for me on Friday.  She reckons she has no right to, but:

 

‘…after seeing you so happy all week and then really pissed off and upset yesterday, it really made me feel, oh, I don’t know, it’s hard to write down feelings.’ 

 

She thanks me for talking to her, though.

 

Talking of feelings, she says she had a really long talk with her mum on Friday night about her mum’s boyfriend Freddie (Hah!).  It sounds like they got to the bottom of Mary’s obvious resentment that Freddie can’t replace her dad, but also her acceptance that her mum has something more special now that didn’t exist between her parents when they were together.

 

That said, Mary’s worried about her little 12-year old sister, Cathy.  She’s usually a happy, carefree kid who’s been seeing a boy for a while.  Recently though, she read a newspaper article about some bloke breaking into a house and sexually assaulting a young girl.  Since then, she’s been really worried, can’t sleep and hates being alone.  Mary’s tried talking to her, as they get on quite well, but it hasn’t helped.  Nor does it help that her brother teases her about it.  She says she’ll go and pick up her wages and maybe spoil her sister with something to cheer her up.

 

She apologises for pouring out her troubles to me, but I’m the only person she can talk to as Gemma is at work.

 

Even so, she’s writing whilst getting ready to take Emma out (‘Kinky, ehh?’).  Emma hardly ever goes out, so Mary’s dragging her off to some discos.  As Emma’s not used to drinking, Mary assumes she’ll end up ‘pissed out of her brains’.  She thinks Emma should have a party when her parents go on holiday, even though she’s worried there’ll be mess and breakages.  Emma thinks she can surely find somewhere to hide all the breakable and valuable stuff for one night.

 

She then asks:

 

‘Anyway, what are you scheming with Roger, Suz + Justine?  Or aren’t you going to tell us?’

 

She continues the letter on Sunday, after work, while the football team play the hockey team at hockey on the school field opposite her house; her mum is at a garden centre with Simon + Cathy; and Robin skateboards on the landing to The Beach Boys.  Gemma’s also there:  refusing to make the tea, and saying ‘hello’ to me.

 

Mary says Emma seemed to enjoy herself on Saturday night, but Mary got locked out as her mum had left her keys in the other side of the lock, which made Mary think she was more pissed than she actually was.  This wasn’t a good position to be in at 3am, especially as she knew she was starting work at 7am.

 

She’s depressed because she lost one of her gloves ‘down the wine bar’.  She had a ‘right laugh’ though, especially when Gemma fell down the stairs.  She’s disappointed in Gemma because she got off with a ‘real Yuppie’ called Liam, with ‘posh clothes, a snobby accent and snobby parents’. 

 

‘It was sick.  He only looked 14 and wouldn’t stop messing about with my hair as it was all up.  He thought he was bloody marvellous for some reason.’

 

She tells me not to depress myself over Francesca, and that it’s a lot nicer seeing me happy.  She says I should go out and spoil myself and not put myself through hell.

 

Gemma also tells me to cheer up and not be depressed, because Mary will only worry about me.  She also tells me that Mary looks ‘really good’ at weekends in her ‘black leggings, mini-skirt, etc + her hair all up’.

 

‘Okay,’ says Mary, returning to the subject of Francesca, ‘so it’s difficult but there’s bound to be someone out there dying to get their hands on you!’

 

The letter finishes with this, from Emma:

 

‘May I just say that page 2 makes me sound a right cripple, so I’ll put a few facts straight.  I hardly ever go out cos there’s nowhere to go + no one to go with.  And I can handle more drink than Mary thinks I can.’

 

Later:

9.30pm.

 

‘Slowkill’ – Fields of the Nephilim



 

Doctor Who: Delta And The Bannermen (Part Three) was on tonight.  Really good.


 

Flash should have moved.

 

Francesca’s gone, too.

 

This is reality.  Not a dream.  I got into Tech and I was very depressed.  Just looking about.  Hoping that it was all a lie.  I sat with Holly Blue and told her what had happened.  She was pretty much amazed.  And said, ‘Plenty more fish in the sea.’  None that I want to get to know that much, though, Holly.

 

I told Sarah what had happened.  She said, ‘Plenty more blah, blah.’  Doesn’t help me all that much, does it?  What am I supposed to say to that?  ‘Oh fair enough, I’ll go out and find one now.  Whatever was I thinking?’  Have these people no heart?

 

‘Volcane’ – Fields Of The Nephilim



 

I eventually saw Luggage and he wondered why I was so depressed.  I wouldn’t tell him.  He fancies a new girl now.  He and I went for a walk.  And I went to all the places in THAT dream, and all the places in which I saw her in the final minutes of my Black Friday.  I told Luggage my unhappy story and he was well taken aback, but he saw a lot of things slip into place and fit together.  He found it quite sad.  Which was good of him.  And he’s the last person I expect or even deserve sympathy from.  I really DO see his point of view in the ORIGINAL Justine situation since my Dark Dream on Suicidal Saturday.  We spoke of times gone.  I told him how I often chatted to Francesca ‘n’ exchanged tapes ‘n’ records when none of my ‘mates’ were there.  About how my interest in Francesca had slowly built up.  He seemed a little embarrassed and repentant that he’d believed I was ‘after’ ‘his’ Anastasia.  But, no, I had taken a distant and respectful interest in Francesca.

 

In a way, I wish I’d never met Justine.  Luggage would be a happy man now.  Although I doubt it.  And I would have probably turned my attentions straight onto Francesca.

 

Luggage and I chatted further and I admitted to the times I’d wander around Tech just to get a glimpse of Francesca, and the times I’d see her working in the Library and deliberately go and talk to a nearby mate or something.  Luggage knew Francesca a lot better than I did, so I asked him what she was really like.  He said he’d hardly spoken to her, but she was nice enough.  He admitted that he had known since he’d first met her that she was going to Canada.  He also remembered that when he first met her, he actually thought she and I would be absolutely perfect together.  Which made me feel a little sadder. 

 

‘Dust’ – Fields Of The Nephilim



 

BUT I AM HAPPY NOW!  MY WEEKEND DEPRESSION IS OVER!!!

 

WHY?

 

WELL… BEFORE I TELL YOU, HERE’S SOME INFORMATION I DISCOVERED ABOUT FRANCESCA TODAY…

 

(It’s not much, but I intend to find out more…)

 

a)       She used to live in Watton.

b)       She’s known Anastasia since she was six.

c)       At Tech, she was doing Law, Sociology, Psychology and two others at ‘O’ Level.  Or, rather, GCSE.

 

So why am I happy?

 

‘Naked And Savage’ – The Mission



 

Well… as I moped over Francesca all day, I finally decided to go and talk to Mad Ruth, who was sitting with Hazel Church. 

Mad Ruth said, ‘Francesca wants your address.’

I quivered and nearly collapsed in a fit of happiness, just as Anastasia came round the corner.

Anastasia said, ‘Francesca wants your address.’

 

I was so amazed.  We can communicate over this gap that has grown inside my heart.  I felt my soul lifting.  I was so happy.  And I still am.  At last.  We can be friends.  We will get to know each other.  Maybe it’s better this way.  Whatever.  I am so happy that she will write.  And I can’t wait.


Monday, I love you.

 

FRANCESCA, I CAN’T WAIT TO GET IN TOUCH!!!

What can I say?  I am just so happy.  This is better than NOTHING.  Francesca is my friend.  I can say that now.  And really treasure her in my soul.  I shall give my address to all her Tech mates and it’s bound to get to her through at least one of them.  I must ask Anastasia for a photo of her.  This is what life’s about.  The happy moments.  The love.  The respect.  The friendship.  Francesca.

 

‘Wild Honey Pie’ – The Beatles



 

Oh god.  I wish I had the 7-inch of ‘In The Clouds’ by All About Eve.  I could buy it tomorrow, I suppose.  EEURGH!  Singles!  ACH!

 

Luggage talked to Tracey today.  She still ‘fancies’ me.  Which pisses me off.

 

As for Roger and Blondie.  I don’t care what happens there any more.  He’s just hopeless.

 

Rumour has it that Justine ‘got off’ with Naffa, one of her boyfriends from ages ago.  I asked her if this was true, but she denied it.

 

‘New Christian Music’ – Alien Sex Fiend


On top of all this, Jack told me that a new 5th year girl at his school came up to him today and he was well shocked, as he had no idea who she was.  He thought he was in trouble. 

She said, ‘You’re Ritcherd’s brother, aren’t you?’

He said, ‘Yeah…’

She said, ‘All the 5th years have told me about him.  Say hello to him from me.’

Jack says to me: ‘I’m sure she’s a Goth!  She was pale with black spiky hair, skull wristbands and a crucifix.’

I’ve asked him to ask her to write me a note, telling me who she is.  Interesting…

 

Oh, thank the lord for FRANCESCA, and beauty and happiness.

 

I love life

                     xxxxx

PS. I look forward to eating my words…

 

Francesca,

I shall see you one day soon, I hope.

    One day…

 



 

[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 of the usual nonsense…’

Sunday, 15 November 1987

Kiss the Carpet


5.42pm.

 

‘Kiss the Carpet’ – The Sisters Of Mercy



 

Last night, I got ready for a night alone, while I knew all my mates, i.e. Roger, Suz, Justine, et al, were going to a groovy party.  I just couldn’t be bothered to go.  I did go for a walk, though, and saw Luggage on his way to the party.  He said he was in for a good time.  I wandered around until I met up with this girl I vaguely knew.  I went with her back to her place.  Where we had a few drinks and had sex.  Twice, funnily enough.  I wasn’t happy that it was a casual sex session and I didn’t intend seeing her again.  Then I woke up and walked into Tech and chatted with Roger and Suz for a bit.  On my way to a lecture, who should I see pass by the window but FRANCESCA!  I asked a mutual friend what she was still doing here, and they told me she was here for a few days more.  I became rather ecstatic, realising that this was my opportunity to talk to her.  I must tell her what I’d been thinking and how her leaving had affected me.  I decided not to bother with the lecture and went off after her.  She’d been off like a shot, though, and I couldn’t find her, so I went to my locker.  On the way up, I heard a jingle of footsteps on the stairs behind me.  I looked, and it was Francesca.  But I carried on ahead, too embarrassed now to talk.  Then I felt a prod of fingers in my back.  My mind said, ‘She wants to talk – turn around.’  So I did.  And there she was.  Hand in hand with Luggage.  My face must have fallen, but I found myself saying, ‘Oh.  Hi, Lug.’  I then went off to my locker and cried.  Pulling myself together, I went back to the Common Room and asked Roger what had happened.  He told me that Lug and Francesca had got off with each other at the party last night, and that they had vowed to stay together throughout her remaining days in England.  I cried more and more.  I just wanted to die.

 

‘Immigrant Song’ – Led Zeppelin

 

A LIKELY TALE?

Thank God, no.  That was what I dreamt last night and it was one of the most upsetting dreams I’ve ever had.  But I think it taught me not to be a bastard to my mates.  There were a lotof echoes of recent events in my life in the dream, but I know that in a way Luggage did exactly to me what I did to him in real life with Justine.  And then Justine and Leighton did the same to me.  It makes me very sad about Francesca also.  To dream about it all.  It’s affecting me in a big way.  As if… she could be an aspect of the true love I need.  Although I still maintain that my true love probably exists in Leeds.  Who can tell?

 

But Francesca…  I just have to look back at it all…

 

Later:

'She's So Fine' - Jimi Hendrix.

 

This Hendrix track I’m listening to is good and it used to make me think of Anastasia ‘n’ Francesca…

 

Later:

 

‘Lady Madonna’ – The Beatles



 

Seems it wasn’t just a whim.  I wish I’d known about Canada beforehand, that’s all.  And now it’s all history.  I just wish I’d known.  Mad Ruth knew.  Justine even knew!  No one said, though.  And now I’m so empty.  I can’t even cry.  I just get close to it… and… that just builds up a lot of sadness and tension.  So where am I?  Lost.  No one else in Tech to like.  Just her.  And I miss her.  I will miss her a lot.  A REAL lot.  Perhaps we’ll meet again and… I very much doubt it.  I just hope she’ll let me write to her.  I doubt that also.

 

I now go to play with my Bullworker to rid myself of this tension.

 

Later:

7.55pm.

 

‘Adrenochrome’ – The Sisters Of Mercy



 

Brilliant!

 

I can’t keep away.

 

All I can say is: FRANCESCA.

Perhaps I’m being stupid.  It shouldn’t affect me, but IT DOES.  I mean, just think of all the possible eventualities, if not for CANADA…

 

I don’t want to go to any lectures tomorrow.  It will be crap.

 

Oh, Francesca.  ‘Oh, Thanks.’  Oh god.  Oh hell!

 

My Horoscopes For This Coming Week

The People says I’ll be looking back on a recent holiday or short stay that I enjoyed very much.  I could be thinking of shelving a venture I have started in order to take on another…

 

Sunday Magazine says I’m impatient to get a decision, but I mustn’t push too hard or someone will be scared off.  A well-built woman is going to put cash my way, but I should ignore an unexpected phone call until I have more information…

 

Neither ‘STARS’ seem very applicable just yet…

 



 

[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: ‘Delta and the Bannermen…’