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Be Your Own Hero: 1987

More of my diaries have turned up in a box that was being stored at Dad's. Last night I read through 1987, in which year I appeared to develop an interesting new vocabulary, where the word bod denoted an aesthetically pleasing gentleman; the adjective bastardy was applied to things that did not please me; and the word waffle, as both noun and verb, was used far too much.

Aged sixteen, I consider starting smoking just because I can [still seven years before I actually smoked my first, second, third, and last cigarette], and several of my short stories are rejected by various teen magazines. The only copy of the best fiction I've ever written is eaten by my friend's dog.

At one stage, my own amateur tarot card readings inform my every decision.

My academic career knows no limits, and I try my hand at amateur drama, co-directing my english class's production of Julius Caesar. Even now, if you start me off with one of the roman soldier's lines in the market place, I could probably recite the whole play. Following a trip to Stratford, I assert that the RSC production of JC, with Derek Jacobi as Caesar, is as good as our O-Level version in many ways.

But it's not all new Springsteen albums and getting into over-18s concerts at Nottingham Rock City... 18 months after my parents' divorce, I'm still expecting to wake up from a bad dream, and have been introduced to both my future step-parents. The Witch imposes upon us her insistence on being "personally effective," and I am unimpressed in the extreme by my mum's new boyfriend.

By the end of the year I have my first boyfriend. Some readers may be interested to learn that he was younger than me, and lived 123 miles away. Others will find this information both tedious and trivial.

I leave you with what I consider to be the two most important notes of the year:

26th July 1987
Beat Nick at monopoly.

21st August 1987
I've got nine O-levels!

Karen · Tuesday September 30, 2003 11:20

my mum brought me the clearings of her attic a couple of weeks ago, and in there was a photographic history of my teenage formative years. technically they're on a par with your extremely fine 'empty track shot' but i've had hours of fun going through them, reliving people and events i'd long forgotten about.

emma · September 30, 2003 11:34

Oh god - I have a box of diaries from my teenage years but I can't bring myself to read them without cringing. Even the front cover makes me blush. You are very brave (or were much better at being a teenager than me).

Lisa · September 30, 2003 12:04

Mine are only in the cupboard in the bedroom....

I wonder...

Should I....?

Gert · September 30, 2003 12:13

What are you doing here, Gert - don't you have pennies to spend?

Karen · September 30, 2003 12:18

I bet it was mad-Monopoly, though. Not the real thing...

Nick · September 30, 2003 15:22

I'm sure I would have said so if it had been. Definitely just says "monopoly."

Karen · September 30, 2003 16:02

I just realise, you told me to piss off.

Gert · September 30, 2003 17:03

I did the Tarot cards thing, too. Most of my old diaries (which i suspect are embarrassingly angsty at times) are at my folks' place - hmm, maybe i should go pay them a visit...

Cat · October 02, 2003 15:53
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