A fabulous day indeed
March 15th 1984
It will take several months to read the varied scrawl of miss-spelt ramblings in my early diaries. Mumzie recently discovered these diaries in a dark corner of her home. The diaries stop in 1984 when I switched to letter writing…
A second sheet was added to this 1984 entry during my first year at University. The day went something like this:
A morning of contemplating whether a fascinating but somewhat screwed-up boy should have the benefit of my influence in his life.
An afternoon sketching portraits of 2 handsome boys while they supplied me with lots of tea. The tea taking isn’t explicitly mentioned because it is understood as a part of the ‘spending an afternoon with a handsome fellow’ process. The boys had the afrontary to keep the sketches. Sadly, I don’t actually have copies of any of the portraits I used to produce. I was fairly prolific with my sketch-book as well as in my diaries.
The evening involved drinking ‘side cars’ in a disco and helping a girl-friend disrupt the dancefloor during some of those slow girl-boy cuddling dances by jumping around between the soppy-people.
A fabulous day indeed.
