I didn't go to racing club because I didn't have a car battery. I finished my 'mothers day' card when I got home!! that's it for now because I'm tired.
Oh look a list of things, not very exciting things. Then an excuse to stop writing just after I've started.
I needed a 12V battery to charge my power pack for my RC car, sometimes that car battery was flat because it relied on me remembering to ask my dad to charge it in his car, I think.
There's really not anything I can add to this, maybe we should all just move on...
Sunday, 12 February 2017
Friday, 7 October 2016
Thursday 10th March 1988
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 am going to post this on Facebook and ask Stuart if he was jealous...
It's like time travel innit? Really shit time travel.
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...
Sunday, 3 April 2016
Tuesday 8th March 1988
As I was playing in the playground Rory came upto me and pulled my trousers down, and in the middle of the playground!!!
This kind of thing rarely happened to me, I was bullied a bit when I was 12-13 but I went to the headmaster (lovely bloke, Mr Scott) and it got stamped out immediately. I was quite a meek child in general, my confidence was mainly delivered to me in a giant lump sum when I got to uni 7.5 years after this diary was written.
But still, Rory pulled my trousers down. And in the middle of the playground!!! Not completely sure how mortified I was, I guess it depends on how many people saw. Don't worry about me though, I turn out alright in the end.
This kind of thing rarely happened to me, I was bullied a bit when I was 12-13 but I went to the headmaster (lovely bloke, Mr Scott) and it got stamped out immediately. I was quite a meek child in general, my confidence was mainly delivered to me in a giant lump sum when I got to uni 7.5 years after this diary was written.
But still, Rory pulled my trousers down. And in the middle of the playground!!! Not completely sure how mortified I was, I guess it depends on how many people saw. Don't worry about me though, I turn out alright in the end.
Monday 7th March 1988
We've got the new suite it's quite nice I think the head rests spoil it though. Julian and me did a T.V. ad' for a new fizzy drink and we took the mickey out of lucozadesayingitcomesinabouncybottle but when you drop it it just goes straight down and doesn't bounce atall and he pretended to give me some and said "what do you think" and I burped put my handover mymouthandranoff thats all for now becausemy dad might comeupanyminute.
Ooh, check me out with my interior design cattiness! Head rests? Head rest is short for head restraint, I'm not sure if the new suite needed to have whiplash reduction mechanism and therefore I agree with 10 year old me, the head rests do spoil it. Still not completely sure it's the pink one but that doesn't really matter.
So the next part needs a bit of an explanation. I've tried to find the Lucozade advert we were 'taking the mickey out of' but to no avail. From what I remember it was in the days when most 2l soft drink bottles were in 3 parts, the cap, the bottle itself and a black moulding around the bottom to keep it upright on the shelf (I know a lot about plastic now and the fact that they didn't used to be able to make bottles which stood up on their own still baffles me). The advert showed a bottle without the black moulding around the bottom but the main selling point they were using was that if you dropped it, it bounced... nothing to do with the 'health giving' nourishment within the bottle, just that the bottle itself bounced.
So, Mr Julian Batty (another school friend who is no longer with us, RIP sir) and I were comedy geniuses at school. We rigged a bottle by sticking loads of plasticine in the black bit around the bottom. We then recreated the advert but the crucial bit where it bounced back became the part where it just dropped and stayed! So funny! The denouement was the killer though, I had discovered relatively recently that I could burp on cue, so I did and pretended to be embarrassed.
Oh and the random compound words, I seemed to have forgotten how to put spaces between the words in my diary... I am hoping this is not the beginning of a trend as it was weird to type.
Ooh, check me out with my interior design cattiness! Head rests? Head rest is short for head restraint, I'm not sure if the new suite needed to have whiplash reduction mechanism and therefore I agree with 10 year old me, the head rests do spoil it. Still not completely sure it's the pink one but that doesn't really matter.
So the next part needs a bit of an explanation. I've tried to find the Lucozade advert we were 'taking the mickey out of' but to no avail. From what I remember it was in the days when most 2l soft drink bottles were in 3 parts, the cap, the bottle itself and a black moulding around the bottom to keep it upright on the shelf (I know a lot about plastic now and the fact that they didn't used to be able to make bottles which stood up on their own still baffles me). The advert showed a bottle without the black moulding around the bottom but the main selling point they were using was that if you dropped it, it bounced... nothing to do with the 'health giving' nourishment within the bottle, just that the bottle itself bounced.
So, Mr Julian Batty (another school friend who is no longer with us, RIP sir) and I were comedy geniuses at school. We rigged a bottle by sticking loads of plasticine in the black bit around the bottom. We then recreated the advert but the crucial bit where it bounced back became the part where it just dropped and stayed! So funny! The denouement was the killer though, I had discovered relatively recently that I could burp on cue, so I did and pretended to be embarrassed.
Oh and the random compound words, I seemed to have forgotten how to put spaces between the words in my diary... I am hoping this is not the beginning of a trend as it was weird to type.
Saturday, 2 April 2016
Sunday 6th March 1988
Pamela and Matthew came today we were playing hide and seek most of the time. I can't wait until tomorrow because we are getting a new three-piece-suite I wonder what it looks like?
We played a lot of hide and seek. A lot. Even though there were only a very finite number of places one can hide in a 3 bedroom semi-detached house. Matthew has been mentioned in two entries in a row, once in my 2016 notes and this time in 1988 (and subsequently here). Our parents are best friends and we grew up together, mainly watching Star Wars on Betamax at their house. Pamela was born in the bed next to me 3 minutes after I was born, my mum and her dad went to school together, her dad and my dad refereed together and we ended up living very close to each other at university. Our parents now go on holiday together a lot, which is nice intit?
Not much to work with but this does at least give a little vignette of my life at the time - very innocent, playing and looking forward to seeing the new seating. And no moaning about not much happening, or complaining that my arm hurts.
We played a lot of hide and seek. A lot. Even though there were only a very finite number of places one can hide in a 3 bedroom semi-detached house. Matthew has been mentioned in two entries in a row, once in my 2016 notes and this time in 1988 (and subsequently here). Our parents are best friends and we grew up together, mainly watching Star Wars on Betamax at their house. Pamela was born in the bed next to me 3 minutes after I was born, my mum and her dad went to school together, her dad and my dad refereed together and we ended up living very close to each other at university. Our parents now go on holiday together a lot, which is nice intit?
Not much to work with but this does at least give a little vignette of my life at the time - very innocent, playing and looking forward to seeing the new seating. And no moaning about not much happening, or complaining that my arm hurts.
Sunday, 27 March 2016
Saturday 5th March 1988
We have got no settee and we've only got one chair so I'm sitting on a sofa cushion with another for a back rest. Went to chesterfield mum got a pair of boots and a pair of shoes and I got some peanuts and a little jotter!! we saw millions of policemen and women. I know why because there was a football match one. Sheffield Wednesday lost to Notts Forest 0-1,
CONTENT TO WORK WITH!
Shitty content but content nonetheless.
Let's break this down:
We had no settee (for foreign types, that's one of our many words for couch/sofa). I think (I could scan ahead to the next entry in my diary but where's the fun in that?) this is where we went from a giant beige suite that we'd had since I think before I was born, to a fancy new pink one which lasted so well that I had the armchairs from it in my flat in Nottingham in 2006. I also remember it being a bit of an adventure briefly having no furniture, kind of like camping in the front room.
But seriously, no one was looking at that bit and wanting much exposition, let's talk Chesterfield shall we? Mum got some boots and some shoes.
I can't remember if I've talked about me and shopping on this blog before, adult Neil I mean. Well I think this is the kind of thing that was maybe the genesis of my problematic shoe buying habit. I had the option on Saturdays of going to the football with my dad (not always, but sometimes) but he was a referee so my introduction to kickball was a baying crowd shouting rude words at my dad whilst I burnt my tongue on cups of Bovril. I remember at one point eating way too many hot sausage rolls with my friend Matt whilst our dads were linesmen and getting very very ill. All in, I think I had probably the wrong first impressions of football.
My other option was to go shopping with my mum, and whilst some peanuts and a little jotter doesn't seem like much right now, at the time I was overjoyed enough to write 2 exclamation marks after it.
So yeah, I like shopping and I don't like football. Those things have helped me with ladies over the years and have caused me to end up with about 30 pairs of trainers.
And let's touch on the last 2 points. Look how smug the 10 year old me was for working out why there were so many polices in town... and I am going to get some anger from the fact I said Notts Forest, I know (now) it's Nottingham Forest. Sorry. By the way, the Wednesday - Forest match was not the reason for the police, (we were in Chesterfield, I imagine it was a Chesterfield match.) that there is what could be called a semi sequitur.
Oh and it was fashionable in the late eighties to end a sentence with a comma.
CONTENT TO WORK WITH!
Shitty content but content nonetheless.
Let's break this down:
We had no settee (for foreign types, that's one of our many words for couch/sofa). I think (I could scan ahead to the next entry in my diary but where's the fun in that?) this is where we went from a giant beige suite that we'd had since I think before I was born, to a fancy new pink one which lasted so well that I had the armchairs from it in my flat in Nottingham in 2006. I also remember it being a bit of an adventure briefly having no furniture, kind of like camping in the front room.
But seriously, no one was looking at that bit and wanting much exposition, let's talk Chesterfield shall we? Mum got some boots and some shoes.
I can't remember if I've talked about me and shopping on this blog before, adult Neil I mean. Well I think this is the kind of thing that was maybe the genesis of my problematic shoe buying habit. I had the option on Saturdays of going to the football with my dad (not always, but sometimes) but he was a referee so my introduction to kickball was a baying crowd shouting rude words at my dad whilst I burnt my tongue on cups of Bovril. I remember at one point eating way too many hot sausage rolls with my friend Matt whilst our dads were linesmen and getting very very ill. All in, I think I had probably the wrong first impressions of football.
My other option was to go shopping with my mum, and whilst some peanuts and a little jotter doesn't seem like much right now, at the time I was overjoyed enough to write 2 exclamation marks after it.
So yeah, I like shopping and I don't like football. Those things have helped me with ladies over the years and have caused me to end up with about 30 pairs of trainers.
And let's touch on the last 2 points. Look how smug the 10 year old me was for working out why there were so many polices in town... and I am going to get some anger from the fact I said Notts Forest, I know (now) it's Nottingham Forest. Sorry. By the way, the Wednesday - Forest match was not the reason for the police, (we were in Chesterfield, I imagine it was a Chesterfield match.) that there is what could be called a semi sequitur.
Oh and it was fashionable in the late eighties to end a sentence with a comma.
Saturday, 26 March 2016
Friday 4th March 1988
Went to racing club came 32nd out of 35 rubbish!!! it's been a boring three days because thats all that happened!!!!!!!!!
That's the spirit little man! To be fair, finishing 3 from the bottom at the only competitive thing I've done in my life was a bit disappointing but that was a fairly uncommon thing as I was pretty averagely ok at RC car racing normally. Although I had to sometimes sit and hold the button on my battery charger for half an hour so that it charged my batteries properly - at home this was always whilst The Paw Paw Bears were on, so the theme tune which sometimes still pops into my head reminds me of my thumb hurting and the smell of electrics frying slightly.
I hope things liven up for 10 year old Neil soon, it's been a fairly dull patch.
That's the spirit little man! To be fair, finishing 3 from the bottom at the only competitive thing I've done in my life was a bit disappointing but that was a fairly uncommon thing as I was pretty averagely ok at RC car racing normally. Although I had to sometimes sit and hold the button on my battery charger for half an hour so that it charged my batteries properly - at home this was always whilst The Paw Paw Bears were on, so the theme tune which sometimes still pops into my head reminds me of my thumb hurting and the smell of electrics frying slightly.
I hope things liven up for 10 year old Neil soon, it's been a fairly dull patch.
Thursday 3rd March 1988
forgot to write yesterday but nothing happened apart from we had an hour off school. Nothing much happened today really all that happened is I went to school.
I'm so sorry.
If this doesn't convince you that the stupidly over-long URL I picked for this blog is appropriate then hold tight and pay more attention.
You know when you type/write/read/say a word so many times in quick succession that it stops looking like an actual word (there's one word that has always made me question myself even after one utterance or use - that word is 'glimpse')? The word 'happened' stopped being real after transcribing my pitiful entry from 28 years and 23 days ago.
Two days, two whole days... all I can think to talk about is that I had an hour off school? No idea, I presume some kind of teacher training or something? I don't think it was a bombscare but even if it was all you'd get from 1988 Neil would have been "nothing much happened today apart from we got evacuated from school when someone found an unexploded WW2 bomb in the long jump pit. Got to go now my foot is cold".
I'm just annoyed with myself for not realising I didn't have to only talk about that day, I could have written more about London but no...
I'm so sorry.
If this doesn't convince you that the stupidly over-long URL I picked for this blog is appropriate then hold tight and pay more attention.
You know when you type/write/read/say a word so many times in quick succession that it stops looking like an actual word (there's one word that has always made me question myself even after one utterance or use - that word is 'glimpse')? The word 'happened' stopped being real after transcribing my pitiful entry from 28 years and 23 days ago.
Two days, two whole days... all I can think to talk about is that I had an hour off school? No idea, I presume some kind of teacher training or something? I don't think it was a bombscare but even if it was all you'd get from 1988 Neil would have been "nothing much happened today apart from we got evacuated from school when someone found an unexploded WW2 bomb in the long jump pit. Got to go now my foot is cold".
I'm just annoyed with myself for not realising I didn't have to only talk about that day, I could have written more about London but no...
Tuesday 1st March 1988
Went to london with school today I went in the Science museum there was missiles allover and space rockets. I saw a Ferrari F40 the fastest road going car legal stopping now because I'm tired.
I told you in the last entry that the London visit has lived on in my memory/imagination since... good job really as this is the report from what I definitely remember being a really fun day out with so many things to see and do...
Great work again little Neil.
I saw an F40 though, that happened, they're pretty rare and I was very much into spotting awesome cars. I remember being slightly obsessed with an Alfa Romeo that looked like a brick, I've still never seen one in the flesh. Let's Google '"alfa romeo" brick' and see what happens eh?
Middle row middle-left, the red one in the same photo as the white Giulietta, and conveniently the car directly above Brick from Anchorman with whom it shares a similar facial expression.
I told you in the last entry that the London visit has lived on in my memory/imagination since... good job really as this is the report from what I definitely remember being a really fun day out with so many things to see and do...
Great work again little Neil.
I saw an F40 though, that happened, they're pretty rare and I was very much into spotting awesome cars. I remember being slightly obsessed with an Alfa Romeo that looked like a brick, I've still never seen one in the flesh. Let's Google '"alfa romeo" brick' and see what happens eh?
Middle row middle-left, the red one in the same photo as the white Giulietta, and conveniently the car directly above Brick from Anchorman with whom it shares a similar facial expression.
I think this tells you a lot about me. It may explain why I love most of the architecture in my home city of Brum that is currently being torn down as it doesn't fit with most people's ideas of what architecture should do. I like lumps I guess, big lumps with unexpected angles in em.
So, I was legitimately tired this time I should probably concede. I'd had a big day out in London and had done a lot but so much was lost which could have been fleshed out later. Next time I'm 10 years old I'll try to do this better.
Monday 29th February 1988
Me and Fay are almost in love with each other. I have got another verucca on the other foot and I have to get to school for 20 past 7 because of the London trip stopping NOW!!!
Almost in love with each other? In that you're in love with her but she's not with you? No more detail you think you might want to give to the emotional subject you started with maybe? Nope, let's move on to more important matters like foot health.
How were you to know that 28 years later you'd be reading this and remember nothing of the events which led to such a bold statement?
I think I remember the school trip though, it formed the basis of the archetypal 'turned up to school naked' dream for many years to come, with one slight (and very Neil Dowling) twist - sure, I was in my pyjamas on the coach and around the Natural History Museum, but the thing I was freaking out about more than anything else was the fact I had bed hair. Anyone who knows me reasonably well will attest to the fact that my Achilles' Heel has and will always be my hair. I have made situations very uncomfortable in the past when my insistence on definitely going home rather than staying out and sleeping at someone else's house/getting a hotel lest I wake up with unmanageable bed hair and instantly lose friends/potential girlfriends when they see the 'real me'. It's something I really only got over in about 2005.
It's also anthropologically and pedagogically interesting to note that aged 10 I had no idea how to write the time properly, although I'm reasonably certain there have been other entries with time in them that didn't jar like this.
Almost in love with each other? In that you're in love with her but she's not with you? No more detail you think you might want to give to the emotional subject you started with maybe? Nope, let's move on to more important matters like foot health.
How were you to know that 28 years later you'd be reading this and remember nothing of the events which led to such a bold statement?
I think I remember the school trip though, it formed the basis of the archetypal 'turned up to school naked' dream for many years to come, with one slight (and very Neil Dowling) twist - sure, I was in my pyjamas on the coach and around the Natural History Museum, but the thing I was freaking out about more than anything else was the fact I had bed hair. Anyone who knows me reasonably well will attest to the fact that my Achilles' Heel has and will always be my hair. I have made situations very uncomfortable in the past when my insistence on definitely going home rather than staying out and sleeping at someone else's house/getting a hotel lest I wake up with unmanageable bed hair and instantly lose friends/potential girlfriends when they see the 'real me'. It's something I really only got over in about 2005.
It's also anthropologically and pedagogically interesting to note that aged 10 I had no idea how to write the time properly, although I'm reasonably certain there have been other entries with time in them that didn't jar like this.
Saturday, 20 February 2016
Sunday 28th February 1988
I wore my jazzy trousers to go out tonight Mum and Dad and me went to The Mosbrook I had a Mr Man meal but you feel a right twerp eating it because of the name I had chicken nuggets, chips, beans and for afters I had Ice cream got to get to sleep now (school tomorrow).
Yesterday they were snazzy trousers, today they're jazzy trousers? My vocabulary is stunning isn't it? The inconsistency of my punctuation is a little tiresome though, just the one full stop at the end there. The whole thing could do with a little breaking up I feel.
I'm hoping that the bit "..but you feel a right twerp..." made you at least crack a smile, it made me laugh and I have already seen it a number of times. I'm fairly certain that at the age of 10 it is perfectly reasonable to be eating a Mr Men themed meal at a restaurant, I wasn't on the pull and I like chicken nuggets (and 'Ice cream'). Also, 'afters' means dessert for all the foreign/southern types reading this.
Yesterday they were snazzy trousers, today they're jazzy trousers? My vocabulary is stunning isn't it? The inconsistency of my punctuation is a little tiresome though, just the one full stop at the end there. The whole thing could do with a little breaking up I feel.
I'm hoping that the bit "..but you feel a right twerp..." made you at least crack a smile, it made me laugh and I have already seen it a number of times. I'm fairly certain that at the age of 10 it is perfectly reasonable to be eating a Mr Men themed meal at a restaurant, I wasn't on the pull and I like chicken nuggets (and 'Ice cream'). Also, 'afters' means dessert for all the foreign/southern types reading this.
Saturday, 2 January 2016
Saturday 27th February 1988
Went to town today I got a pair of snazzy trousers got to stop now because dad's getting angry.
When was the last time you used the word 'snazzy'? When was the last time you used the word 'snazzy' to describe legwear that wasn't your yoga/gym leggings?
I remember this, the trousers were from Littlewoods or BHS and were grey but had threads of different colours running through... they were snazzy as funk.
I've just performed one of the worst Google image searches of my life (apart from the very early days when not many people had heard of goatse).
but luckily for you guys, I found it after only 3 and a half hours of staring.
When was the last time you used the word 'snazzy'? When was the last time you used the word 'snazzy' to describe legwear that wasn't your yoga/gym leggings?
I remember this, the trousers were from Littlewoods or BHS and were grey but had threads of different colours running through... they were snazzy as funk.
I've just performed one of the worst Google image searches of my life (apart from the very early days when not many people had heard of goatse).
but luckily for you guys, I found it after only 3 and a half hours of staring.
told you it was snazzy.
So, yeah, I got some snazzy trousers. I remember keeping them for best, which when you're 10 means you wear them about 4 times before you grow out of them.
And, we should probably address the fact I had to stop writing (so soon! Maybe there was more I could have written for this momentous day, what I had for dinner maybe?) because my pa was getting angry... angry at what? My pencil made little to no noise on the paper, I had only written a sentence. We will never know.
Thursday, 31 December 2015
Friday 26th February 1988
too tired to write much but the cold is a throat infection and no school today.
How am I supposed to work with this?
I honestly have no idea what to write here so I might as well document something that happened to me a few years after this diary was written and has stuck with me since.
I used to walk home every day at lunch time when I was doing my A levels, it was (and still is) about a mile to my parents' house from school, uphill on the way home and surprisingly downhill on the way to school.
One drizzly day I was walking back down Green Lane (for Dronfield/Coal Aston locals I got as far as Holmesdale Road) when the woman pushing her pram on the opposite footpath slid a little and yelped as she went. I was watching as time slowed down and she angrily flicked her foot up behind her to see what she'd trodden in. The general dampness of the environment and footpath had somewhat overmoistened the already fairly sloppy dog turd now covering her sole. Time slowed down further and I witnessed the arc of brown crud as it slowly and unstoppably made its way to her ill-advisedly open mouth/nose/eyes... time snapped back to 1s/s as she simultaneously screamed very loudly and threw up. I think she saw me, I know she heard me laugh and then absolutely leg it down the road to school, I did not stop until I got there and saw someone to tell.
I have been in situations since where I have giggled uncontrollably for hours but there's only one other situation which has remained with me for long enough for it to have been told over and over. I'll put that in next time 10 year old Neil lets us down with a lack of content.
How am I supposed to work with this?
I honestly have no idea what to write here so I might as well document something that happened to me a few years after this diary was written and has stuck with me since.
I used to walk home every day at lunch time when I was doing my A levels, it was (and still is) about a mile to my parents' house from school, uphill on the way home and surprisingly downhill on the way to school.
One drizzly day I was walking back down Green Lane (for Dronfield/Coal Aston locals I got as far as Holmesdale Road) when the woman pushing her pram on the opposite footpath slid a little and yelped as she went. I was watching as time slowed down and she angrily flicked her foot up behind her to see what she'd trodden in. The general dampness of the environment and footpath had somewhat overmoistened the already fairly sloppy dog turd now covering her sole. Time slowed down further and I witnessed the arc of brown crud as it slowly and unstoppably made its way to her ill-advisedly open mouth/nose/eyes... time snapped back to 1s/s as she simultaneously screamed very loudly and threw up. I think she saw me, I know she heard me laugh and then absolutely leg it down the road to school, I did not stop until I got there and saw someone to tell.
I have been in situations since where I have giggled uncontrollably for hours but there's only one other situation which has remained with me for long enough for it to have been told over and over. I'll put that in next time 10 year old Neil lets us down with a lack of content.
Thursday 25th February 1988
"Cough wheeze" I went to school today it was terrible I had a nose bleed at dinner time (well Just after) I have still got the cold as you can tell by the first two words. I was tired out coming home from school and as if that wasn't enough we had to get to the doctors for 4 o'clock. My mum has been to open night I've got a good report Yippee!
Who are you writing this for Li'l Neil? I guess I should be a little pleased that he (talking about myself in the 3rd person is not a habit Neil needs to get into) at least added a dimension to this entry by giving us some sound effects.
Nose bleeds, as far as I'm aware, are not generally a symptom of having a cold - therefore the nosebleed incident should be a bit more remarkable but we all know what to expect from this by now.
Again, the routine doctor's appointment, if there's no mention of the reasons for going there then it'll be for my verrucas - I remember having them a lot, but crucially forgetting which foot they were on when trying to get out of PE.
I generally got good reports as I was a quiet child who got on with stuff and didn't make a fuss, only once did I get a bad report from one teacher who hated me. I still have no idea why he did, there have only been about three people in my life (so far) who hated me and I've known about it, unfortunately one of them was a housemate during my year out from my degree. I left her an epic note which might serve as a coda for this blog if I ever manage to finish it before I die.
Who are you writing this for Li'l Neil? I guess I should be a little pleased that he (talking about myself in the 3rd person is not a habit Neil needs to get into) at least added a dimension to this entry by giving us some sound effects.
Nose bleeds, as far as I'm aware, are not generally a symptom of having a cold - therefore the nosebleed incident should be a bit more remarkable but we all know what to expect from this by now.
Again, the routine doctor's appointment, if there's no mention of the reasons for going there then it'll be for my verrucas - I remember having them a lot, but crucially forgetting which foot they were on when trying to get out of PE.
I generally got good reports as I was a quiet child who got on with stuff and didn't make a fuss, only once did I get a bad report from one teacher who hated me. I still have no idea why he did, there have only been about three people in my life (so far) who hated me and I've known about it, unfortunately one of them was a housemate during my year out from my degree. I left her an epic note which might serve as a coda for this blog if I ever manage to finish it before I die.
Sunday, 6 September 2015
Wednesday 24th February
I was up at about six o'clock this morning being sick, so no school today. Michael and Amanda have got a new car it's a Fiat Panda they've come up tonight it's only twenty to nine so I think I'll read got to stop now because dad's coming.
Once again, the threat of my dad walking in whilst I was writing this highly secretive diary meant we were all robbed of more information. But to be fair, that's quite a chunk of fun above so it's difficult to imagine how much better it could have been.
A Fiat Panda.
Once again, the threat of my dad walking in whilst I was writing this highly secretive diary meant we were all robbed of more information. But to be fair, that's quite a chunk of fun above so it's difficult to imagine how much better it could have been.
A Fiat Panda.
Tuesday 23rd February 1988
I feel absolutely rotten, I've got stomach ache I feel sick and tired, so I'm stopping now.
I feel I don't necessarily have to write anything below this particular masterpiece.
I feel I don't necessarily have to write anything below this particular masterpiece.
Monday 22nd February 1988
I went to Judo tonight I've got about 3 injuries two bruises on my leg and I nearly sprained my ankle I have just noticed I have got a right lump on my leg I want to rest it because it hurts so I'm stopping now
It's even a surprise to me that I was so unaware of what I was supposed to be writing here to make it a worthwhile read for anyone at any point ever. I mean, clearly I never thought that 27 years later I would be putting my diary on a worldwide network of information for anyone to find but still...
I can't remember why I decided to start keeping a diary, it wasn't a school assignment and I don't remember my parents encouraging me to do so. Maybe I read Adrian Mole and was inspired but I'd like to think that if that was the genesis of it, I would have maybe taken a few cues from those books and ACTUALLY WRITE SOMETHING OF SOME WORTH. You know, like feelings, opinions, actual stories or possibly even some bloomin DETAIL. Take this particular entry, I went to judo and got injured. Anyone else writing about that would possibly have talked about how I got those injuries but not Neil RJ Dowling.
A note on my language, I'm from The North and the word 'right' means something different up there, one may think of the sentence above as '...I have got a proper lump on my leg...'
I'm stopping typing now as my toe aches.
It's even a surprise to me that I was so unaware of what I was supposed to be writing here to make it a worthwhile read for anyone at any point ever. I mean, clearly I never thought that 27 years later I would be putting my diary on a worldwide network of information for anyone to find but still...
I can't remember why I decided to start keeping a diary, it wasn't a school assignment and I don't remember my parents encouraging me to do so. Maybe I read Adrian Mole and was inspired but I'd like to think that if that was the genesis of it, I would have maybe taken a few cues from those books and ACTUALLY WRITE SOMETHING OF SOME WORTH. You know, like feelings, opinions, actual stories or possibly even some bloomin DETAIL. Take this particular entry, I went to judo and got injured. Anyone else writing about that would possibly have talked about how I got those injuries but not Neil RJ Dowling.
A note on my language, I'm from The North and the word 'right' means something different up there, one may think of the sentence above as '...I have got a proper lump on my leg...'
I'm stopping typing now as my toe aches.
Saturday, 19 July 2014
Sunday 21st February 1988
I played on my computer most of today but I did go down to the park with paul we were on our bikes (that was after church) my nanan has Just gone home I have got to go to sleep now because it's school in the morning!
So... Just to let you know that my computer is either my Spectrum 48k with the rubber keys, or my Acorn Electron. Anyone familiar with home computers in 1988 will therefore know that playing on my computer all day meant spending at least an hour or two waiting for games to load from the tape deck. I used to play Chuckie Egg a lot. As well as one which was set in a school, can't remember the name of it right now, I never really followed the rules (or worked out the actual point of the game) and therefore ended up getting expelled a lot (exactly the opposite of my real life, kinda the point of computer games I guess).
Again, there's very little to comment on here. I've not really elaborated on anything, I've barely bothered with punctuation, let alone storytelling. I will once again apologise for my 10 year old self and his thorough lack of understanding of the point of a diary.
So... Just to let you know that my computer is either my Spectrum 48k with the rubber keys, or my Acorn Electron. Anyone familiar with home computers in 1988 will therefore know that playing on my computer all day meant spending at least an hour or two waiting for games to load from the tape deck. I used to play Chuckie Egg a lot. As well as one which was set in a school, can't remember the name of it right now, I never really followed the rules (or worked out the actual point of the game) and therefore ended up getting expelled a lot (exactly the opposite of my real life, kinda the point of computer games I guess).
Again, there's very little to comment on here. I've not really elaborated on anything, I've barely bothered with punctuation, let alone storytelling. I will once again apologise for my 10 year old self and his thorough lack of understanding of the point of a diary.
Sunday, 11 May 2014
Saturday 20th February 1988
Me and Mum went to Chesterfield today because Dad was at a football match. I got a Jumper and two Pairs of socks and a pair of Slippers. Mum got leotard and Tights (or tites if I got it wrong the first time). I was playing on my computer until 9.30pm the only other thing is we got the Guinea pigs out this morning.
This entry could basically be the only one and you would have an idea of the whole darn thing. It's all here, the stock list of things, the weird capitalisations and the refrain of 'the only other thing' at the end of the missive.
Oh and the brag about how late I stayed up. Again, who am I bragging to? Who is it that might care if I spelled 'tights' wrong?
There will be a point at which the entries become a bit longer. The last few have been a bit short, kinda leaves me with little to say that hasn't already been said really.
This entry could basically be the only one and you would have an idea of the whole darn thing. It's all here, the stock list of things, the weird capitalisations and the refrain of 'the only other thing' at the end of the missive.
Oh and the brag about how late I stayed up. Again, who am I bragging to? Who is it that might care if I spelled 'tights' wrong?
There will be a point at which the entries become a bit longer. The last few have been a bit short, kinda leaves me with little to say that hasn't already been said really.
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