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Mostly you will find, here, transcribed entries from the secret diary that I used to keep as a teenager between 1970 and 1975. I try to be honest with my transcriptions, but, just occasionally I do edit, to protect myself or others from embarrassment or some other emotion.
Also, though, I like to do a brief review of the books I have been reading, so these are interspersed throughout. I reserve the right to write blog entries, also, about other random things.
Why do I keep this blog? I don't know. I am an academic and one of my research interests is around how people construct their own identities. The diary transcriptions, and what I write about my books, are very much about revealing something of my identity.

Saturday, 4 September 2010

My secret diary 1970 September (i)

I'm going to start this entry by making an announcement. It was my Auntie May, my Godmother, who bought me the diary originally. She died 10 years ago. Two days ago, on 2.9.10 her son, my cousin Allan, died, aged 72. It was a terribly hard and sad death. This is an act of remembrance.

Sept 1 (Tues)
Visited J. Didn't go to S's. Not a very interesting day, can't remember much.
Sept 2
Didn't do much. Some embroidery. Made part of a dress for my Tressy doll. Sandra came and nearly cut my poor doll's hair off.
Sept 3
Was going to go to baths with J and S but suddenly found out I'd started my P. Dead annoyed. Not a very nice day.
Sept 4 (Fri)
Tut Tut BWD*. I HATE AUNTIE EMMA. The things that she's said about me behind my back. Ugh. Went up town. Didn't buy anything exciting.*
Sept 5
CUWD* Just read all through diary, had a good laugh (in some parts). Sat all by myself. Dad keeps going on about my fees. Sick of it.*
Sept 6 (Sun)
S phoned me and J. Decided to have a party on Friday. Great! I'm going to S's tomorrow!!!
Sept 7
Went to S's after dinner. No, she came to our house. We sent invitations to everyone. Made posters.
Sept 8
I went to S's. J didn't feel like coming. Did the garage out. Great time. BWD S's dad took me home.
Sept 9
A day to myself at last! Made some posters for the party. Spent nearly all afternoon doing them. Did bedroom.
Sept 10
Went to J's, then went to S's. Did a bit more on garage. Started talking about vampires, ghosts etc. I must believe in them.
Sept 11 (Fri)
The Party. A success until S's sister broke the heat 'n' light bulb. They cost over £1. It may have been her or chemistry.
Sept 12 (Sat)
CUWD. Went up town and bought Norma a make-up bag and make-up. Bargains! Went to library. Got 'Mist over Pendle'.
Sept 13
Happy Birthday Norm! Oh Dear! Guess who's behind 3 weeks with the diary. Dum de dum ~
Sept 14 (Mon)
School tomorrow (still BWD) Can't think what else. Norma's definitely going to Birmingham University.
Sept 15
O happy day. Back to school. In Biology Lab. On first dinner. Not so bad. Horrible smell. OK though. In UIVF now.

*Commentary
Sept 4 - BWD stands for behind with diary. With my adult, occupational therapist's hat on, I would say that this is a young adolescent who needs to be engaged in some meaningful and purposeful activity! She needs to go back to school!
Sept 5 - CUWD stands for caught up with diary. I went to a 'grant-maintained' grammar school. It was fee-paying, if you passed the entrance exam, but it was means tested. When I first went there we didn't have to pay fees, but later we did. I think it must have been hard for mum and dad. Dad thought that education was the most important thing n the world. Here I am, in adult life, working at a university.
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