Hi gang, just wanted to give you all an update on changes I’m going to be making to my Patreon (this won’t affect any existing patrons except for the top tier, who I’ve spoken to already).
Anyway, long story short is I’ve had to suspend my top Patreon tier for the time being, due to shops being shut. Given this, I figured I’d shake up my tiers a bit. I am nothing if not exciting.
I’m going to add a new $1 tier (probably called Rod, as Rod is a gigachad) that you can back if you just want to support my stuff. The $5 tier (Bungle) will still get access to the archive, videos, and in the very near future, some exclusive articles. The new highest tier (George, $15) will carry on getting everything, including exclusive Rainbow comics.
Thank you so much to everyone currently backing me, it means so much; it means I can (with enough budgeting) work full time on my books. I’m spending every waking hour on my next book (and the World of Crap Annual), and after that I’ll be free to shit out content at a much faster rate. Bear with me, and thank you again guys xxx
If you’d like to support my stuff, your support is really welcome xx
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.
Continue reading “Diary of an 80s teenager part 14: THE FINALE”
We’re nearing the end lads. S certainly seems to think so anyway: her once carefully crafted prose about Paul Bateman and going to Bangor has now degenerated into a bored kind of scrawl, on those days where she remembers to exist.
But we’ve come this far, so we’re bloody well going to see it through to the end.
“Packed things to go. Aunty Ann and Uncle Tom came. Saw Minder.” Continue reading “Diary of an 80s teenager part 13: God this is boring”
Welcome back people. Last week’s entry saw our heroine getting to grips with salad and exercising. Have her efforts paid off? Let’s find out…
“Woke up 10.30. Went to Bangor, had dinner. Went on holiday, was a long journey. When we reached (The Lake District), went down to the lake, and went on cruise along it. Was very tired.” Continue reading “Diary of an 80s teenager part 12: chicken and jeans”
In last week’s instalment, A MAN DIED AT SCHOOL, but S was more concerned with going to Bangor and buying shoes. This part carries on with the ‘Let’s only concentrate on the quite dull stuff that happened’ theme, and our heroine gets a suntan, but only on her hands…
“Woke 12.40 (ridiculous). After dinner, went to Menai Bridge, got my Guy comic. Came back, watched film, ‘Rose Of Washington Square’. Started knitting waistcoat. Watched Coronation Street & Minder.” Continue reading “Diary of an 80s teenager part 11: The biggest loser”
Welcome back to S’s diary. In part 9 we saw our heroine REALLY not liking Sarah or Brooke Shields. This part is even more worrying than that. Seriously, I sat here for 10 minutes muttering “bloody hell” to myself.
Let’s crack on…
“Woke up 8.35, went to school. Had double Welsh. Saw Tony Parry in Maths, I like him. (My money’s on this being a different Tony, she wouldn’t suddenly decide to start using his surname unless she was mental.) Had G. Science. Saw exam timetable. Had letter on Alton Towers. Revised English. Saw C. Street, & Live & Let Die, and Steptoe & Son.” Continue reading “Diary of an 80s teenager part 10: Bloody hell”
Welcome back to S’s diary. Last week’s gripping instalment saw our heroine continuing to be a bit stalky over Paul Bateman, and going to Rhyl. Let’s crack on with a bit of a bumper entry, and read all about the demon Welsh teacher, and S’s Pope obsession.
“Woke up 8.30. Went to school, had double Welsh. I cannot stand that new Welsh teacher. Had General Science, Sam Fleet was pestering me. Watched C. Street, revised, watched Hill Street Blues.” Continue reading “Diary of an 80s teenager part 9: I’LL KILL HER”
Welcome back to our 80’s diary. Last week, our heroine was cleaning out the pantry and eating the dubious-sounding ‘London grill’. What japes will she get up to this time? Let’s find out…
To begin, a poster of Kenny Everett’s Captain Kremmen & Carla, and a smashing art, possibly a self portrait. Anyone know what those letters are about? Continue reading “Diary of an 80s teenager part 8: Coronation Street And.”
Welcome back to our 80s diary. Part 6 saw us struggling with the space-time continuum, thanks to S writing things in the wrong bloody bits of the diary all the time. We seem to be back to normal now, thank God, so let’s settle down for a nice mundane set of entries, featuring sandwich spread, cleaning the pantry, and failing to watch Minder…
“Woke up 8.31. Had double Welsh. Saw Paul. Mandy came to our canteen, to have dinner. Asked Andrea to come to our house. Revised Biology, watched Coronation Street. Also watched film, Lacy And Cagney, it was ace.” Continue reading “Diary of an 80s teenager part 7: London grill and Cliff Richard”
This part is very confusing. I don’t know who any of these people are, or why some of them are written in code, or why ‘John Nally’ is important. S has written down future events on past pages, and is also getting these entries tattooed onto her like Guy Pearce in Memento.
“Woke up 8.25. GT wasn’t in school, Nia was in school, after having her appendix out. Gone off Tony today, I like a boy from Welsh Disco, his name is Paul Bateman. Watched new series of Maggie. Watched Coronation Street and Soap.”
Paul Bateman, coming to a weird glitch in spacetime near you. I guess this is the ‘prequel’. Fucking hell. Who is GT? I’m going for Graham Taylor. If so, I’m not surprised he wasn’t at school. Continue reading “Diary of an 80s teenager part 6: the plot of Memento”