Diary of an 80s teenager part 14: THE FINALE

Diary of an 80s teenager part 14: THE FINALE

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.

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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.

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Diary of an 80s teenager part 13: God this is boring

Diary of an 80s teenager part 13: God this is boring

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.

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16/08/82

“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”

Diary of an 80s teenager part 12: chicken and jeans

Diary of an 80s teenager part 12: chicken and jeans

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…

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26/07/82

“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”

Stuff from the 1994 Argos catalogue

Stuff from the 1994 Argos catalogue

The other week I spent actual money on old Argos catalogues from Ebay. I do not regret this. I also don’t regret doing a really bad fart that time, pouring the leftover vodka into that day old glass of wine to make a ‘cocktail’, and eating that Hula Hoop I found under the settee.

Now then…

1. Brooches

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Brooches don’t seem to be a thing any more, unless you also like £10 cups of ‘coffee style chicory drink’ and ‘street typing’. But back in the day, brooches were a serious way to show off the fact that you had a lapel, jumper or any other item of clothing. Continue reading “Stuff from the 1994 Argos catalogue”

Rainbow episode review: An idiot abroad

Warning: this episode contains Dawn and her Bossa Nova button.

This episode is called Going Places, and it’s about having to go to Australia to get away from Bungle’s stupid face for a bit.

We begin with Bungle, George and Zippy wibbling around, having panic attacks and general menopause:

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“Where is he? It’s ever so late! He said he’d be home by teatime, and that was ages ago!”

It’s fucking twenty past fucking five. Continue reading “Rainbow episode review: An idiot abroad”

Diary of an 80s teenager part 11: The biggest loser

Diary of an 80s teenager part 11: The biggest loser

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…

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12/07/82

“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”

Diary of an 80s teenager part 10: Bloody hell

Diary of an 80s teenager part 10: Bloody hell

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…

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14/06/82

“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”