Hello
it's been a whole year since I transcribed any of my diary entries from my teenage years. Sorry about that. Life sometimes gets in the way of blogging. Anyway, I find myself now transcribing the diary a nice round 40 years in the future. I pick up where I left off. I am on holiday in Spain with my best pal Julie and her family. I was desperate for a love affair. Julie gives her permission for me to reproduce all this.
August 20 (Mon)
Julie spent day with Mike and I tagged on behind. Had canelone for dinner and wine. At night I wore orange nightie-dress and felt elegant. Met Belgian lad and arranged to meet him at 2pm tomorrow.
August 21
Feel very, very annoyed with Ju. Spent morning mucking about the caravan. In afternoon I went to tell the Belgian boys not going. Ju and Mike came. Watched tennis. I went for dinner on my own! We were going to Tossa in evening. Italian fellas.
August 22
Ju's dad and Uncle Alan came home. Ju spent day with Mike. He's nice but I guess I'm jealous. We made friends with English girls Suzanne and Sara. Went up to the disco late - some French people had party and they were all dressed up! Went for midnight swim.
August 23 (Thurs)
Ju went to Tossa with Mike. I went swimming with Suzanne - out to the rocks. Weather cooler. Beautiful. Solitary etc. Proud of myself. Actually had quite a nice day. Went out at night and met Rudi Bavarian and friends again. Ok.
August 24
no entry
August 25 (Sat)
Went into Tossa with Rudi, Klaus, French Jackie etc. Had a lovely time. Looked around shops and generally mucked about then went for a meal and I drank out of one of those Spanish things. I was drunk. Good time.
August 26
Today we met 4 weird English blokes. me, Ju and sara went to have a 'party' with them on the beach, but we couldn't stay long. One of them was stone drunk. Next day (Mon) Sara went home and after so did the 4 blokes. They came to beach to say bye bye. (Here I inserted an extra small sheet) We saw Jonathan Alan, Pete and Tony off. They've got a wonderful railway ticket - cost £33 but takes them around Europe for a month (if under 21). They hitched it away from camp. they were really nice, weird blokes (about 17 or 18, at school).
August 27 (Mon)
Must say having beautiful weather in sunny Spain! Just had another bloomin' storm!! The awning is constantly flooded!! It makes the water mucky, too. All our friends have gone home now, except a few. Germans and English. Oh! Simple Simon!*
August 28
Dull weather in morning but brightened up later on. We went to sunbathe and there was another thunderstorm. Went to caravan and had letter from Norma - contained 'O' level results. Oh! I didn't want to open them. I was so nervous! Would you believe it?!
I got 8!! 5 grade 1s and 3 grade 3s! (Here I added in an extra small sheet of paper) Oh, I'm so happy - 8 'O' levels - it's a beautiful feeling - we went round telling everyone on the camp - even foreigners. We told Gerard (Rudi's German friend) - and he was so pleased for me - (he told me I was so kleine for such grosse results!!). Me and Ju bought some champagne - oh and I was crying, then we went out and sat with English and Germans - 3 glasses of ber and the Germans bought us some wine. We met more English - stayed out till 1.45am. Ju's dad was v. angry.
August 29
Storms, storms and storms again. Sorry, can't remember very well. Oh! at night me and Ju had another 'last night' bloody Spaniards kept pestering us, so we ran down. Ju's dad grabbed one of them and started thumping them - I was frightened. Polizia came too! Oh Good grief!
August 30 (Thur)
Spent day packing. Glad we're going because it would be embarrassing to see the Spaniards again after last night. Said goodbye to everyone, got them to sign a bottle, drank wine on beach.
Goodbye to Sara, Sian and Mark. Set off. Slept in car at night.
August 31
Still travelling. Very little to write because spent all day travelling through France. Made it to about 20 miles out of Paris by nightfall. There were some rows and tempers.
*Commentary
Aug 27 - Simple Simon was a nickname I had given to a French Boy that I was admiring from afar and had convinced myself i was in love with. Thin, long-haired, guitar-playing.
it's been a whole year since I transcribed any of my diary entries from my teenage years. Sorry about that. Life sometimes gets in the way of blogging. Anyway, I find myself now transcribing the diary a nice round 40 years in the future. I pick up where I left off. I am on holiday in Spain with my best pal Julie and her family. I was desperate for a love affair. Julie gives her permission for me to reproduce all this.
August 20 (Mon)
Julie spent day with Mike and I tagged on behind. Had canelone for dinner and wine. At night I wore orange nightie-dress and felt elegant. Met Belgian lad and arranged to meet him at 2pm tomorrow.
August 21
Feel very, very annoyed with Ju. Spent morning mucking about the caravan. In afternoon I went to tell the Belgian boys not going. Ju and Mike came. Watched tennis. I went for dinner on my own! We were going to Tossa in evening. Italian fellas.
August 22
Ju's dad and Uncle Alan came home. Ju spent day with Mike. He's nice but I guess I'm jealous. We made friends with English girls Suzanne and Sara. Went up to the disco late - some French people had party and they were all dressed up! Went for midnight swim.
August 23 (Thurs)
Ju went to Tossa with Mike. I went swimming with Suzanne - out to the rocks. Weather cooler. Beautiful. Solitary etc. Proud of myself. Actually had quite a nice day. Went out at night and met Rudi Bavarian and friends again. Ok.
August 24
no entry
August 25 (Sat)
Went into Tossa with Rudi, Klaus, French Jackie etc. Had a lovely time. Looked around shops and generally mucked about then went for a meal and I drank out of one of those Spanish things. I was drunk. Good time.
August 26
Today we met 4 weird English blokes. me, Ju and sara went to have a 'party' with them on the beach, but we couldn't stay long. One of them was stone drunk. Next day (Mon) Sara went home and after so did the 4 blokes. They came to beach to say bye bye. (Here I inserted an extra small sheet) We saw Jonathan Alan, Pete and Tony off. They've got a wonderful railway ticket - cost £33 but takes them around Europe for a month (if under 21). They hitched it away from camp. they were really nice, weird blokes (about 17 or 18, at school).
August 27 (Mon)
Must say having beautiful weather in sunny Spain! Just had another bloomin' storm!! The awning is constantly flooded!! It makes the water mucky, too. All our friends have gone home now, except a few. Germans and English. Oh! Simple Simon!*
August 28
Dull weather in morning but brightened up later on. We went to sunbathe and there was another thunderstorm. Went to caravan and had letter from Norma - contained 'O' level results. Oh! I didn't want to open them. I was so nervous! Would you believe it?!
I got 8!! 5 grade 1s and 3 grade 3s! (Here I added in an extra small sheet of paper) Oh, I'm so happy - 8 'O' levels - it's a beautiful feeling - we went round telling everyone on the camp - even foreigners. We told Gerard (Rudi's German friend) - and he was so pleased for me - (he told me I was so kleine for such grosse results!!). Me and Ju bought some champagne - oh and I was crying, then we went out and sat with English and Germans - 3 glasses of ber and the Germans bought us some wine. We met more English - stayed out till 1.45am. Ju's dad was v. angry.
August 29
Storms, storms and storms again. Sorry, can't remember very well. Oh! at night me and Ju had another 'last night' bloody Spaniards kept pestering us, so we ran down. Ju's dad grabbed one of them and started thumping them - I was frightened. Polizia came too! Oh Good grief!
August 30 (Thur)
Spent day packing. Glad we're going because it would be embarrassing to see the Spaniards again after last night. Said goodbye to everyone, got them to sign a bottle, drank wine on beach.
Goodbye to Sara, Sian and Mark. Set off. Slept in car at night.
August 31
Still travelling. Very little to write because spent all day travelling through France. Made it to about 20 miles out of Paris by nightfall. There were some rows and tempers.
*Commentary
Aug 27 - Simple Simon was a nickname I had given to a French Boy that I was admiring from afar and had convinced myself i was in love with. Thin, long-haired, guitar-playing.
