Well, this is an quite emotional moment. It’s been a hell of a journey for me, your humble narrator, our brave heroine, and my 8 readers.
We got there in the end lads.
I’ll be honest, there isn’t much plot in this bit. I’ll be more honest, there isn’t any plot in this bit. But we do have some interesting and mental scribbles to look at.
If you’ve been doing the crossword at home, you might want to go back and not have seen this page. Spoiler alert. Anyway, Paul Bateman makes a welcome return to being ace after a notable absence while our heroine was distracted by perm kits.
Sadly, we’ll never know how the Paul Bateman saga turned out. Maybe she married him? Maybe she eventually rode off into the sunset with Tony, the third point in this love triangle? Or maybe she just went off him one day because he’d had his hair cut too short? I did that once. Do let me know how you think S’s love life turned out.
Over on the other page, we have a mixture of The Jam, The Beat, The Specials, Ska, Mod, and more Paul Bateman. I think S is being very forgiving here, considering Paul Bateman told her to “piss off”, then “fuck off”. We also have a couple of lesser-spotted Brocks.
In the time it’s taken S to turn the page, she’s gone from loving Paul Bateman to loving Brock. As everyone knows, your love counts for double if you write it on a Tube map.
S has also decided to be completely against war, and completely for peace:
Also of note is the unexpected return of Tony, although he’s obviously displeased our heroine again, probably by being a gimp and a div.
To finish, posters of Kate Bush, Ultravox and Spandau Ballet and an article about TV:
My favourite part is the following optimistic but wrong line:
“Will your school yearbook for 1991/2 still look like this – or will it be the size of a credit card, which you play in your portable TV?”
Thanks for reading guys. I hope one of you finds a Jam comb at some point.