Rather a long day really. Drew up an edited version of the Royal Family Tree this lunchtime, showing the descent of the Queen, the Gloucesters and Kents from Queen Victoria and Mr Saxe-Coburg-Gotha. Sarah was really fascinated and said that for the first time in her life she can understand the different relationships. It goes to show that my little perversion isn't a complete waste of time after all.
Now for other things. Only one more day left for me as a teenager. A revolting thought and I don't want to dwell on it, but somehow it won't get out of my mind. Marita says it's horrible at first. Well, one thing's for certain. What's that? You can't avoid birthdays. No, Siree.
Ring Christine this afternoon. Have a scream down the phone and I told her the joke about the nun and the jester. OK, I'll tell you too: What is the definatition of a nun riding on a jester's back? VIRGIN on the ridiculous! Bum, bum.
Oh. Here's another. The Grand Old Duke of York, he had ten thousand men.
His case comes up next week.
Everyone a gem, ladies and gentlemen.
Dave L brings his recording equipment round at 8.30 and stays until 12. A bugger of a job changing plugs all the time. Snowing like hell it is too - on April the bloody 3rd! Might just as well be December.
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Tuesday March 12, 1985
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