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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.

Sunday, 2 January 2011

My secret diary 1972 January (i)

Jan 1 (Sun) Lady's birthday*
Guess I'd sort of better do a general thing up to April 23rd. Nothing dead spectacular though. You know how we (me
Jan 2 - 10
and J) planned to go to France this year? Well that's off because Lorette couldn't find someone for J to exchange with. Difficult to tell anyone at school though, because we made such a big splash about it. The best idea was to try and find some other kind of holiday before we told anyone. So . . we sent up for some Youth Hostelling brochures but the life seemed a bit too energetic for us. (You know us!) My dad suggested going to Butlins so we decided that we'd try and go on a self-catering Butlins holiday. However you can't go if you're single so J's mum is coming, and her sister and brother and we've invited Carol too. It should be fun. We've arranged it all (I'm speaking from May at the moment) and we've worked it out that it'll cost £9 each, not including spending money, food etc. I'll take about £16 / £17 I think. I'm a bit worried about Carol though. She's more energetic than J and me. Starting to collect my clothes and deciding what I'm taking. It's fun talking about it with J and Carol.
Jan 11 - 21
(in this section I embark on a long story about rifts between friends, making stories up, fictitious boys, real boys and jealousy. I'm not going to reproduce it perhaps because it is not just my story, and perhaps because it doesn't show me in a very good light! Sorry, dear reader)

*Commentary
I am 15 at this point in time. My entries for 1971, should you be looking for them, were sparse, and have already been featured.
Jan 1 - Lady was the family dog, black, half cocker spaniel and beautiful. I loved her very much. We had her since I was about 4 or 5. Dad got her to help cure my fear of dogs. He went to Manchester (Tib St pet shops) to get her with Norma. They went on the train and he carried Lady back under his coat so he didn't have to pay the fare. Or at least this is my version of the family version of the story. I'd better check it with my big sister.
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  1. Carol Stott8 January 2011 at 17:14

    I remember Lady!! Also I've got at least one photo from that Butlins holiday. Its me heading a football in front of our chalet, with you lazy pair in the background. LOL. I'm wearing an Elton John T-shirt. I'll try to find it and scan it. While we were on that holiday Donny Osmond released Puppy Love. He had a peaked cap and tan coloured Wrangler cords singing it on TOTP. And I bet that bit you're missing out features a certain person (LB) and that boyfriend she made up in Blackpool.

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  2. Carol Stott8 January 2011 at 17:20

    I'd completely forgotten Julie had a brother. Tiny little thing - called ???Richard??

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  3. Jackie T9 January 2011 at 07:20

    I can't think who LB was. No - it wasn't that. Message me with what LB stands for. Richard used to be tiny! He used to sit on my knee, playing with my hair. He is now very tall indeed! 10 years younger than us.

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