Prompted by Rebecca's post here
and this radio 4 programme
I have dug out a picture of me at 15
and extracted a few nuggets from the diary of that year.
It was a very small diary with not much room for heartfelt outpourings
but it is the music that ignites the memory.
I will spare you the meticulous record of homework, hair washes
and barfs (that's baths not the American thing).
Went over to Maxine's watched last Forsythe Saga. Very sad.
Had a barf. Washed my hair.
Fantastic NME Wembley concert.
Amen Corner, Johnny Nash, Desmond Dekker, Love Affair, Lulu, Marmalade,
Hank Marvin, Robin and Maurice Gibb, Move, Cliff Richard, Peter Sarstedt,
Scaffold, Steppenwolf, Tremeloes, Clodagh Rodgers, Tony Blackburn.
Sold Monkees LP for 12/6 bought Cat Stevens LP for 7/6. Good bargain.
(That was a significant transition as well as transaction.)
Went to Carnaby Street.
Maths and geography exams diabolicale.(sic)
Killed myself in rounders tournament.
Attempted Bronze survival and failed.
Learnt to play Moonlight Sonata.
(Slow movement only like E.F Benson's Lucia.)
Moon Landing 9.18
3.56 Man on moon.
Took off from moon 6.54
Didn't go to school.
Amen Corner splitting
(This was tragic news.)
Went to see Forty Years On. Alan Bennett, John Gielgud.
V.G but took ages to get there.
Got called Twiggy in Oxford Street.
Emma and I got Abbey Road for 29/11.
Heard I am going on Caribbean cruise next year.
(This was on the educational cruise ship the S.S Nevasa.)
Mummy got lovely dress material for my maxi.
Entered Biba competition.
Music lesson diabolical.
He is an immature scrap who enjoys a bit of fun on Saturday nights.
He can find someone else to drag around & I'm glad it won't be me.
I don't care if I never see that nit again.
And I probably won't.
He's a no good drip.
Saw The Graduate and have grown up a little.