I have to confess, this Big Blogger business has been stomping all over Boob Pencil. All my blogging energy has been coming over here, instead of over there. And this stuff is really time-consuming. And I had a really complicated mp3-wielding idea for this week's Seven Days task. But in a stunning flash of copycat inspiration I have killed several birds with one idea.
Over on the aforementioned BP-initialled blog, I have lately been transcribing entries from the diary I wrote in 1985, at the tender age of 15/16. The diary in question was an Adrian Mole diary, which lived on my bookshelf inside a disembowelled 1952 Girls' Fun Annual. The next entry I'm scheduled to air on my blog is dated Mon 29th April, but instead of doing that I'm going to jump forward and find out what I wrote in my diary on the evening of 10th July 1985, 22 years ago. I used to keep that diary religiously, and wrote an entry every evening that week, so I'll transcribe one day's worth of entries every evening this week and between us we can relive July 1985 through the eyes of Young Clare, who - rather synchronitiously - celebrated her birthday on this night of that week. And - fuck, how cool is this - it just happened to be her 16th birthday**.
Bedshaped, I'm really sorry for the copycattery, but I just couldn't resist.
Wednesday 10th July, 1985
Went into town straight after breakfast to choose my present. I was right, it is a watch*, and we chose a v. gorgeous one - £27, reduced from £46! I also bought some gorgeous pink lace-ups with £10 birthday pres from Barbie!
Had to work v. hard to finish painting by evening but just managed it. Both Sally 'n' Rachel rang to say Happy Birthday and in afternoon I rang John and Matt to say Happy Half Birthday and apparently they've both got me presents!
In evening me Mum and Dad went to gorgeous restaurant. RETURNED DRUNK.
[*I've been telling people for years that this red Swiss Army penknife I keep so usefully in my handbag was given to me by my father on my 16th birthday, by specific request. I've always been proud of what a non-girly present it was. But that's looking a bit like one of those false memories right now...]
[**Hmmm, maybe not so cool though, as this is a spectacularly rubbish entry. Pah. Better acquit yourself before the week is out, Young Ms Sudbery - you'll have them thinking all sorts of us.]
Aren't you a day ahead of schedule?
Posted by: Big Blogger | Thursday, 12 July 2007 at 00:48
No, because you said it didn't matter which day we posted what on, and wot with it being my birthday an' all it seemed more important to match the dates than the days of the week. It'll all catch up with itself when I do Tuesday's entry on Monday...
Posted by: Clare | Thursday, 12 July 2007 at 10:35