Dear Reader
As I have said in the last entry my diary entries in early spring 1972 were noticeable by their absence. So, I am offering compensation for the second half of February 1972 by adding a photo of my scrap book from that time. I used to keep a scrapbook, but now, 40 years later, things are dropping out, and some things were never even stuck in - and things don't seem to be in date order, so here is a bit of a collage of things that were significant to me circa 1972.
If you go round the photo clockwise, from the top left:
1) my dad worked in a wholesale confectioners, so he sometimes brought home damaged boxes of sweets for us, or free gifts that reps had given him. Don't ask me why but one day he come home with all these little tattoo / stickers - hundreds of them. As well as sticking them everywhere I used to raise money for charity by selling them at school in break-times. Why didn't I grow up to be an entrepreneur? These are some of the stickers, that I made a collage with.
2)Little black and white felt badge with a griffin's head on it. My school badge. One of the first things we had to do, when I started school, was to sew it onto the hatband of my blue velour hat.
3) I wrote interminable lists of pop songs. I used to listen to the new weekly pop charts when they came out on the radio, and jot them down, so we could discuss them at school. Which makes me wonder, on reflection, whether this was just my obsession, and did I bore everyone else with it? Oh dear.
4) Oh I loved George Best. Oh, Oh, Oh. I knew I would never marry him, I was too young, but he was my fantasy boyfriend. This was one of my favourite pictures of him, maybe out of Jackie Magazine. What you may not be able to see is that he has autographed it for me! We used to hang about his boutique in Manchester, just to see him. He didn't ask me to marry him when I asked for his autograph. Or, if he did, I didn't hear him.
5) And another autograph of George. He was sitting having a quiet romantic coffee in a cafe near his boutique, when (I think) me, Carol and Julie (3 eager 14 year olds - can you imagine all the nudging and daring each other that took us to the point of speaking to him?) asked him for his autograph. I had one of those autograph books with pastel coloured pages, wich I got school-teachers and aunties to put nice little poems in, and then after George appeared in it, I didn't bandy it around amongst ordinary people. He was having his romantic cuppa with Eva Haralstead, his Miss World girl-friend. I had to ask for her signature too, but I hated her.
6) I was obsessed by Charlie Brown and Peanuts (still love the humour), and used to copy them in crayon.
7) When I realised that George Best may not be for me, I transferred my affections to Robert Redford - or to be more accurate - to the Sundance Kid. Swoon.
What will I do to compensate for lack of diary in March?
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