Nothing much happened today apart from I think Stuart might be jealous of me because I sat next to Jaime all dinnertime.
I am going to post this on Facebook and ask Stuart if he was jealous...
It's like time travel innit? Really shit time travel.
I had an idyllic childhood, growing up in a small village on the very edge of the Peak District with Sheffield a single bus journey away. I decided to write a diary. This quickly became a chore and thus the scant document of my life at this tender age makes it look like I was just plain bored the whole time. All of the grammar, spellings and capitalisation etc are copied as written from my diary from the 1st part of 1988. This, unfortunately is the only diary I have ever kept.
Friday, 7 October 2016
Wednesday 9th March 1988
Nothing much happened today only I found out why "head" bags are so expensive because they have compartments that come offandyoucancarryaround separately and the zips lock up.
Head bags, (or "head" bags if you will... you shouldn't) now there's a name I've not heard in a long time, a long time...
I eventually got me a Head Monte Carlo, in this exact colourway:
But imagine how blown my tiny mind was by the fact that they had zip off compartments (at the end, never used by anyone ever) and that some of the zips had locks - to which there was a key which was universal, given their popularity in the late '80s - early '90s this rendered them as secure as Donald Trump's ego.
Compound words appear to be my new fad. I'm already bored of it.
I suppose this counts as a diary entry, it documents something I learned that day...
Head bags, (or "head" bags if you will... you shouldn't) now there's a name I've not heard in a long time, a long time...
I eventually got me a Head Monte Carlo, in this exact colourway:
But imagine how blown my tiny mind was by the fact that they had zip off compartments (at the end, never used by anyone ever) and that some of the zips had locks - to which there was a key which was universal, given their popularity in the late '80s - early '90s this rendered them as secure as Donald Trump's ego.
Compound words appear to be my new fad. I'm already bored of it.
I suppose this counts as a diary entry, it documents something I learned that day...
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