My journal started in January, 1973, when I was 17 years old ~ compiled as if written for a future grandchild. Transcribing from handwritten volume to blog may take some time ...
Wednesday May 17, 1978
Got home from work to find the lounge devastated in readiness for the redecoration. Dad was in the garden and Mum was moping in the dining room and didn't say more than a handful of words all evening. I sat putting photographs into a new album until 11pm and then retired to bed. Such a boring night. If things continue like this tomorrow I may have to resort to taking Bianca Jagger out for a drink or two.
'Royal Flash isn't a very good book at all. Just not my cup of tea ~ third rate and ridiculous.How can one be expected to take seriously a tale about Otto von Bismarck rolling about in bed with a French tart?
This pen is just about going to run out of ink by the time I finish writing this. It didn't ...