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”
Welcome back to S’s diary. In part 4 we saw a new side to Tony, as he treated our heroine with cruelty and disdain. On the plus side, our heroine started to take sandwiches.
“Holidays for a week. Woke up about 10.15, Nia and Maggie came. Had jam sandwiches for dinner. Went to Little Chef, had cake. After tea, went to Deiniolen. Saw Last Of The Summer Wine. Elfryn passed his driving test.” Continue reading “Diary of an 80s teenager part 5: Geoffrey, Paul and the love octagon”
Welcome back to our tale of teenage life, which so far seems to include going to Bangor and sort-of-phoning-Tony-but-not-really. As usual, comments by me are in italics.
Since this part is quite text-heavy, I’ve included an 80s photo of my sister. She won’t mind because I didn’t ask her.
“Woke up 8.30. Andrea came. Got double Welsh. Had General Science with Tony. Came home, played records. Watched Coronation Street, Let There Be Love. Watched Last Of The Summer Wine. Started to take sandwiches.” Continue reading “Diary of an 80s teenager part 4: Tony drama, and Alec’s van breaks down”
In last week’s gripping instalment, we discovered that S failed to write in her diary for several months, because she was in such a state of catatonic lust over Tony. We now join S in the run up to Christmas, and find her being visited by 37,000 different relatives, and opening her Christmas presents. Plus, stay tuned for a shock development with Tony…
(spoiler alert – it’s not a shock development if you’ve read the title)
Notes: Comments by me are in italics as usual. This part has been a bastard for indecipherable words, so feel free to chime in and correct me. For obvious reasons, I’ve censored all phone numbers (cough *Tony* cough).
“Woke up 8.30. Went to school. Had Story of Wil (I think), in Welsh, it was very funny. Forgot my dinner money, had to lend from G.T. After tea, went to Andrew’s house. (Does Paul/Tony/the millions of other guys you’ve got going on know about this?) Had five pounds off Auntie Gracie. Last part Gwen Tomas. (I think this is what this is – if I’m wrong please correct me.) Dad brought Xmas drinks home.” Continue reading “Diary of an 80s teenager part 3: Let’s phone Tony!”
If you missed Part 1, here it is.
Welcome back to S’s diary. In part 1 we learned that S has seen the seminal work ‘Herbie Goes Bananas’ at the cinema, and that she likes Paul Bateman. On the last page, however, some young upstart called Tony made an appearance:
What we know about Tony so far:
1: He’s called Tony
2: He probably looks like this:
He seems to have successfully seen off the competition anyway. Continue reading “Diary of an 80s teenager part 2: Who the hell is Tony?”
Last week, I found this in a box at a car boot sale:
It’s a 1981/82 diary, and it’s been filled in by a 14 year old girl from North Wales, who we’ll call ‘S’. I’ve decided to share this simple yet heartwarming tale of teenage life with you, if only for the fact that it proves someone, somewhere, once bought a record by Dollar.
A few notes before we begin: I have, to the best of my ability, removed S’s full name from the following pages. Notes by me are in italics. Also, I apologise in advance to any Welsh readers if I’ve spelled things wrong. But, you know, she had bloody terrible handwriting at times.
So join me, dear reader, as we follow S on her journey of buying miniature cans of coke, attempting to phone her crush, and watching Herbie Goes Bananas…
Continue reading “Diary of an 80s teenager part 1: meet our heroine”