The Winterfood Diaries

The Winterfood Diaries

Saturday, 27 January 1990

When We Two Parted

‘We Go Down Slowly Rising’ – Primal Scream

Today?

Well, this morning was good.  All the post was for me: UCCA information, an acknowledgement of my application to YORK + RIPON ST. JOHN’S (not that I’ll be going to university – I just can’t afford to), a letter from the county council still going on about fees I don’t owe, and a very nice letter from WEST YORKSHIRE PLAYHOUSE about my forthcoming placement.

I also had a letter from Maggie.

SHE THANKS ME FOR THE XMAS CARD AND SAYS IT WAS GOOD TO HEAR FROM ME.  SHE APOLOGISES FOR NOT BEING IN TOUCH, BUT THANKS ME FOR BEING SUCH A GOOD FRIEND.  SHE ASKS ME HOW TECH IS AND TELLS ME SHE’S STILL JOB-HUNTING.  SHE SAYS SHE HOPES TO VISIT ME IN KING’S LYNN ONE DAY SOON TO MAKE SURE I’M LOOKING AFTER MYSELF.  SHE SIGNS OF WITH ‘LOTS OF LOVE’ AND THREE KISSES.

What a lovely girl.

‘Sonic Sister Love’ – Primal Scream

In the afternoon rain, I went to King’s Lynn and bought a single red rose which I delivered to Lilith at Tagge Road.  But the afternoon was dull in the company of Willock + Leighton.  No offence to them, but it wasn’t the parting from Lili that I’d wanted.

It all ended with me leaving, saying: ‘Have a nice time in Scotland’ and just going.  No clinching embrace.  Nothing.  An anti-climax. 

But, by the heavens, I’ll miss her when I feel she’s really gone.  I just hope she finishes that tape for me (she said it will be called The Haunting).

I remember my promise that I will never desert her, spoken by the outside wall at the Tech Disco

And I think of this poem by BYRON

WHEN we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted

To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow —
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me —
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well: —
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met —
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee? —
With silence and tears.


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Next time: ‘Work Placement…’

Friday, 26 January 1990

The Worst Day

THE END OF NATIONAL WELL-WINDY WEEK

11.10am

‘Li’l Devil’ – The Cult

I’m in the waiting room at the Dental Surgery, Wisbech, and I’m not an extremely happy man.

Today is cursed and I’m extremely upset.

My dental appointment was for 10.20am and so, I entered the garage at 9.50am to get my bike.

And?

A punctured tyre.

I attempted to repair this and it agitated me to hell, because I knew it was going to make me late.  I failed in my repair attempt + so decided to ride off on Jack’s (smaller and less good) bike.

And?

A punctured tyre.

Another repair attempt; more agitation, but a moderate success, so I set off. 

And?

I had to return to the bungalow as I’d left my money for the bus in the garage.

‘Fall (JPS)’ – Jesus and Mary Chain

Eventually, cycling along North Brink, working my bollocks off to get to my appointment, feeling totally angry and mental, I found myself being chased by a barking and gnashing Alsatian which scared me to death.  Pedalling like crazy, I escaped the dog but came to a junction and had to give way.  So I braked.

And?

Do you reckon Jack’s brakes actually worked? 

No.  They did not.

So what happened was, to avoid any oncoming traffic I had to swerve to the side and ended up riding straight up an embankment, at which point I was forcibly separated from the cycle, crashing to the floor and landing on my hip, which was horribly bashed.  I immediately went into a kind of quivering shock and began to feel like I was going to be sick.

I felt so stressed and upset that tears of frustration and fear ran down my cheeks.  Adding to my anxiety was the knowledge that this was the last day in which I would be able to see Lilith.

I arrived at the dentists late, and now he is going to remove one of my teeth.  He just numbed my gum with several huge needles and it hurt like hell.

When will I get to Tech?  I could cry like hell for fear of missing Lilith today.  I won’t see her, I bet.

Oh well.

Dentist, here I come.

You just don’t know how upset I am.

Later:

‘Never Be Mine’ – Kate Bush

TODAY’S HOROSCOPE
GEMINI

‘Fantasy is your refuge now, for if close physical relationships have left a lot to be desired, then you may be searching fruitlessly for the perfect sexual affair.  Be honest, no one is a romantic paragon and unless you can accept that, you will always feel something is missing in your intimate involvements.  It’s just a case of warts and all…’

Later:

‘All Cats Are Grey’ – The Cure

The Dentist removed the tooth today and it hurt like hell.  There he stood, pulling away with his pliers, bruising my bottom lip ad beating the life out of my upper gum.  Once he’s dragged it out, he held it there in front of my goggled eyes, root twitching, raw, bloody and untimely pluck’d…

I think the rest of the day I was pretty much in shock, what with that and my cycling accident.  I was shaking and quaking most of the time.  Still, I went into King’s Lynn to see Lilith.  But once I’d arrived, I felt sick and faint, so just in case I didn’t see her, I wrote her a letter and gave it to Julian Ward (along with a Kate Bush tape I’d done) to deliver to her.

I then came home and got in bed, crying my eyes to death at the sheer pain in my gum, aches and quakes covering my body, and utter sadness at not having been able to see Lilith.  The whole agitation of the day had got to me and I’ve been so upset about losing that tooth.  One of the teeth that I brush two to three times a bloody day!  A LOT OF GOOD THAT DID!

I mark today as THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE.

And it is.


[Images subject to control of individual Copyright Holders including works originated by Elton Townend Jones, but excluding any images or design attributed to ‘The Situation’ which are copyright of The Situation (see specific acknowledgements in the ‘Thanks to…’section below) / ‘Berwin Groomstool’ is an iteration of the Situation character ‘William Whicker’ and falls under joint copyright of Elton Townend Jones and Waen Shepherd / Based on true events and designed as a study of parochial British cultural and emotional life in the late 20th century, this blog is a work of fiction – cultural icons excluded, all characters and incidents featured are entirely fictional / This blog is non-profit; all video clips are used for illustrative purposes and almost always come from YouTube / No copyright infringement is intended – just trying to get things into context. Never forget: no man is an island. If you think anything I’ve used is damaging you in any way, please comment and immediate action will be taken to minimise offence / This notice was amended on 1 July 2012 and is intended to cover this and all posts on www.25yearstoolate.blogspot.com that precede it]


Next time: ‘When We Two Parted…’

Thursday, 25 January 1990

Silent Spring

10.45pm, or so.

My No.1: ‘Silent Spring’ by Primal Scream

LILITH.  I don’t understand all this sometimes.

BUT NOW…

I spent all day at Jonny’s place. 

When I finally got into Tech at 3pm-ish, I spent time with Julian.

At 4.15pm, I finally saw Lilith and she told me the terrible news: she’s leaving for Scotland next Friday.  Nick wrote today telling her his plans.  Which means tomorrow is the last day I’ll see her as I go on my placement on Monday.


[Images subject to control of individual Copyright Holders including works originated by Elton Townend Jones, but excluding any images or design attributed to ‘The Situation’ which are copyright of The Situation (see specific acknowledgements in the ‘Thanks to…’section below) / ‘Berwin Groomstool’ is an iteration of the Situation character ‘William Whicker’ and falls under joint copyright of Elton Townend Jones and Waen Shepherd / Based on true events and designed as a study of parochial British cultural and emotional life in the late 20th century, this blog is a work of fiction – cultural icons excluded, all characters and incidents featured are entirely fictional / This blog is non-profit; all video clips are used for illustrative purposes and almost always come from YouTube / No copyright infringement is intended – just trying to get things into context. Never forget: no man is an island. If you think anything I’ve used is damaging you in any way, please comment and immediate action will be taken to minimise offence / This notice was amended on 1 July 2012 and is intended to cover this and all posts on www.25yearstoolate.blogspot.com that precede it]


Next time: ‘The Worst Day…’

Wednesday, 24 January 1990

Wrote For Luck

9.30pm-ish

The Student Union Common Room, NORCAT

‘Stay With Me’ – The Mission

LILITH finally arrived.

She’s been ill the last few days and at last came into Tech, looking every bit as beautiful as she truly is.

She introduced me to one of her friends, Mason (her best at college, I believe) and another guy who knows me from being on the same bus as me (but we really don’t know each other, and I still don’t know his name – actually, neither does Lilith – but I’m pretty sure he’s a mate of Angie Jones).

Anyway, we all chatted.  And I might visit Lilith tonight.  Or will I go to the Tech Disco with Jonny, Amy and Missy after all?!

Later:

TEST OF COMPASSION COSTUME
Following the budget meeting, it has been decided/guaranteed that most of the TOC budget will be spent on costumes, so Donna is going ahead and ringing various other costumiers and theatre companies to see if she can get cheaper quotes than Cambridge Arts Theatre.

Later:

‘Wrote For Luck’ – Happy Mondays

Well, yes, I did go to the Tech Disco.  Amy bought me a ticket – which was very kind and thoughtful – so I went out of courtesy.  After failing to convince Lilith to come along, I got ready – first at Sally Watson’s and finishing off at Jonny’s.  First time I’d seen him in a while as he’s been on a placement in Peterborough that he isn’t enjoying greatly.

Well, at the disco, Amy got drunk as hell and told me she loves me.  She asked me to get off with her and convinced me that it would be a one-off with no emotional fall-out.  I was enjoying her company and she looked lovely so I thought, Why not?  What do we have to lose?  A bit of harmless kissing and dancing and having a laugh couldn’t harm anyone or anything, could it?

So Amy sat on my knee and began to kiss me.  In front of Abby, Lilith’s sister.  And then who should walk in?  Lili herself, with her mate Fliz.  To her credit, Amy could see how difficult this was for me and showed great understanding and sensitivity.  We agreed that maybe this wasn’t the ideal time for us to be getting off with each other.  Which was very sobering.

I went over and spent a great deal of time with Lili, ensuring I wasn’t at all depressing about any talk of her leaving (actually, I took one tiny moment to ‘cheers’ her and tell her she’ll be sadly missed).

At one point, Amy and Lili came face-to-face – thanks to Stan – and engaged in small talk.  When Amy had gone, Lili turned to me and said, ‘So that’s Amy.  She’s been asking people questions about me because of you.  I hope you know she’s hopelessly in love with you?’

Following this, we went over to Ian and co and I shook hands with him.  He looked very relieved.

We all danced to Stone Roses, Happy Mondays, The Cure, The Wonder Stuff and a few others.  I also discovered that Fliz is very funny and I like her a lot.

‘Hello’ – The Beloved

Sitting against the wall, Lili told me she was in love with the wind.  I told her I’m in love with the sky (amongst other things).  And then, yet again, I told her that she’s beautiful.

She actually seems to be coming round to me a little more.  As she struck a match for a cigarette, she watched its flame dwindle and said, ‘That’s our friendship.  No, our…’  But she broke off, refusing to continue.  We looked each other deep in the eyes for a long time.  She was very wonderful tonight (wearing a black jumper, black leggings and basketball sneakers – very boy-like).  I said it was sad that she won’t be around for Valentine’s Day, but she merely insisted that I send her a card.

If they had played LOVESONG by The Cure, we would have slow-danced together.  They didn’t; we didn’t.

I said to her: ‘IF EVER THE WORLD TURNS ITS BACK ON YOU OR FRIENDS DESERT YOU, REMEMBER ME AND WRITE TO ME BECAUSE I WON’T DESERT YOU.’

LILITH: ‘THE WORLD ALWAYS TURNS ITS BACK ON ME.  FRIENDS ALWAYS DESERT ME.  THEY ALWAYS DO.’

ME: ‘THEN I’LL EXPECT A LETTER.’

LILITH: ‘YOU’LL GET ONE.’

We will write, though, and she told me that when she is gone her vampire spirit will visit me and bite me in my dreams.  She also said she’s going to record me a tape and give me a photograph of her.  Yes, I’m certain she’s opening up to me now.

So often we were physically very close and I really wanted to kiss her.  And I might be fooling myself, but it seemed as if she was expecting me to.  Although, really, I doubt she was. 

I had to go though.

I hope there’s light at the end of the tunnel.


[Images subject to control of individual Copyright Holders including works originated by Elton Townend Jones, but excluding any images or design attributed to ‘The Situation’ which are copyright of The Situation (see specific acknowledgements in the ‘Thanks to…’section below) / ‘Berwin Groomstool’ is an iteration of the Situation character ‘William Whicker’ and falls under joint copyright of Elton Townend Jones and Waen Shepherd / Based on true events and designed as a study of parochial British cultural and emotional life in the late 20th century, this blog is a work of fiction – cultural icons excluded, all characters and incidents featured are entirely fictional / This blog is non-profit; all video clips are used for illustrative purposes and almost always come from YouTube / No copyright infringement is intended – just trying to get things into context. Never forget: no man is an island. If you think anything I’ve used is damaging you in any way, please comment and immediate action will be taken to minimise offence / This notice was amended on 1 July 2012 and is intended to cover this and all posts on www.25yearstoolate.blogspot.com that precede it]


Next time: ‘Silent spring…’

Tuesday, 23 January 1990

Only Losers Take The Bus

6.45am

I’m about to go into College.  I hope she’ll be in today.

Later:

10am

‘Tequila’ – Head of David

It’s raining so hard outside and the wind is wild.  I hope to see Lilith.  You never know, she just might make it today.

Later:

TEST OF COMPASSION COSTUME
Donna Davidson and I are in the position of being the Costume Design Team on this production.  We have been making an outline/plan of our intentions, as I know I’m going to be away for some time during pre-production.  We have decided therefore that Donna should take the role of Head of Costume and that I will take on the position of Wardrobe Assistant.

We intended to hire costumes from CAMBRIDGE ARTS THEATRE – as we had done previously with MANSFIELD PARK – but due to budgetary restrictions we have had to forego the idea. 

In discussion with Kenneth Farnham – the director – we’ve agreed that we won’t create our own costumes from scratch (due to lack of ability and authenticity).  We’ll discuss what happens next at the budget meeting.

Later:

LATE

‘Only Losers Take The Bus’ – Fatima Mansions

Yet again, Lili didn’t come in.

Mind you, a girl called Daryl came up to me today and asked me if I had anything against one of her friends, Ian (the guy who asked Lilith out last term).  Daryl told me that he thinks I hate him and was going to beat him up.  I told her to reassure him that I’m not.  Why should I hate him?  I haven’t even had time to remotely assess him as an individual.  Mind you, there are a few others of Lili’s acquaintance around the Common Room that I dislike, but that’s because of the impression they give me.  Anyway, Ian seems vaguely likeable.

Where were you, Lilith?


[Images subject to control of individual Copyright Holders including works originated by Elton Townend Jones, but excluding any images or design attributed to ‘The Situation’ which are copyright of The Situation (see specific acknowledgements in the ‘Thanks to…’section below) / ‘Berwin Groomstool’ is an iteration of the Situation character ‘William Whicker’ and falls under joint copyright of Elton Townend Jones and Waen Shepherd / Based on true events and designed as a study of parochial British cultural and emotional life in the late 20th century, this blog is a work of fiction – cultural icons excluded, all characters and incidents featured are entirely fictional / This blog is non-profit; all video clips are used for illustrative purposes and almost always come from YouTube / No copyright infringement is intended – just trying to get things into context. Never forget: no man is an island. If you think anything I’ve used is damaging you in any way, please comment and immediate action will be taken to minimise offence / This notice was amended on 1 July 2012 and is intended to cover this and all posts on www.25yearstoolate.blogspot.com that precede it]


Next time: ‘Wrote for luck…’

Monday, 22 January 1990

Hey-Ho-There-Ya-Go

‘Always On My Mind/In My House’ – Pet Shop Boys

College was dull today.

  
As it’s been work placement time over recent weeks there have been no actual lessons and, of course, I’ve only been going in out of certain heartfelt feelings for another, very particular, human being.

Well.  She didn’t come in today, so hey-ho-there-ya-go.


[Images subject to control of individual Copyright Holders including works originated by Elton Townend Jones, but excluding any images or design attributed to ‘The Situation’ which are copyright of The Situation (see specific acknowledgements in the ‘Thanks to…’section below) / ‘Berwin Groomstool’ is an iteration of the Situation character ‘William Whicker’ and falls under joint copyright of Elton Townend Jones and Waen Shepherd / Based on true events and designed as a study of parochial British cultural and emotional life in the late 20th century, this blog is a work of fiction – cultural icons excluded, all characters and incidents featured are entirely fictional / This blog is non-profit; all video clips are used for illustrative purposes and almost always come from YouTube / No copyright infringement is intended – just trying to get things into context. Never forget: no man is an island. If you think anything I’ve used is damaging you in any way, please comment and immediate action will be taken to minimise offence / This notice was amended on 1 July 2012 and is intended to cover this and all posts on www.25yearstoolate.blogspot.com that precede it]


Next time: ‘Only losers take the bus…’

Sunday, 21 January 1990

The Irons In My Fire

12pm

‘Jazzie’s Groove’ – Soul II Soul

What about the ‘boring’ stuff of life then?

I go to Leeds/Ponty/Cas or whatever next weekend to do Work Experience with West Yorkshire Playhouse, a new theatre in Leeds, doing ‘Theatre in Education’ for a week.  I don’t really want to go, but these things have to be done.

I’m applying for jobs at holiday camps, too.

I’m also sending THE CHINESE PLAY off for a radio competition and to a theatre co. who are looking for a new play to do.



I suppose that’s all a little ‘different’.

‘Poison To The Mind’ – Pop Will Eat Itself

My folks move out of the bungalow in a few weeks.  I’ll stay here and they’ll move down into the village into the new house.

I’ve heard Amy Neat’s desperate to get back with me.  I like Amy.

I haven’t seen many of my fellow Performing Arts group members lately due to placements.

And I wish Lilith were here.


[Images subject to control of individual Copyright Holders including works originated by Elton Townend Jones, but excluding any images or design attributed to ‘The Situation’ which are copyright of The Situation (see specific acknowledgements in the ‘Thanks to…’section below) / ‘Berwin Groomstool’ is an iteration of the Situation character ‘William Whicker’ and falls under joint copyright of Elton Townend Jones and Waen Shepherd / Based on true events and designed as a study of parochial British cultural and emotional life in the late 20th century, this blog is a work of fiction – cultural icons excluded, all characters and incidents featured are entirely fictional / This blog is non-profit; all video clips are used for illustrative purposes and almost always come from YouTube / No copyright infringement is intended – just trying to get things into context. Never forget: no man is an island. If you think anything I’ve used is damaging you in any way, please comment and immediate action will be taken to minimise offence / This notice was amended on 1 July 2012 and is intended to cover this and all posts on www.25yearstoolate.blogspot.com that precede it]


Next time: ‘Hey-ho-there-ya-go…’

Saturday, 20 January 1990

The Alien Visitor

AFTERNOON (EARLY)

‘Gentle Tuesday’ – Primal Scream

If Lilith has a dull weekend ahead, will she mind me calling on her for an hour or so this afternoon?

Later:

LATER THAT DAY: 11.15pm, actually…

‘Wise Up!  Sucker’ – Pop Will Eat Itself

I visited Lili.  And she was just in the middle of cooking her breakfast/dinner (should we really say ‘brunch’?): beans on toast.

She’d been intending to spend a day doing washing, but I came along and destroyed all her plans, so she made me a cup of tea and we sat in the living room as all the others were out.  She asked me whether we’d decided whether we would write to each other or not, and I think we finally decided to stay in touch.  Beautiful people are hard to come by.  Well, I mean I consider her very special, but she probably just sees me as any other Joe.  Which is sad.  But then why should she see me as special?  I only kind of turn up now and then, say bugger all, and then, when I do, it’s usually some terminal ‘when you leave I’ll be so upset’ bollocks; pre-pubescent adolescent crap.

‘Sixteen Different Flavours of Hell’ – Pop Will Eat Itself

I asked her how she saw her herself in ten years as we removed upstairs.  She says she hopes to be eccentric, with long auburn hair and long finger nails, but most likely with kids and a house.  No doubt with this Nick Valentine character.  She showed me photos of him and he looks okay, I suppose.  A bit boring, maybe.  She and he will probably get a place together.  She’s hoping to get a job up there in St Andrews.  This summer they’ll probably visit America; Washington or Fairfax or wherever he’s from.  I just hope he loves her and realises the true wealth of her beauty; knows what he has in his grasp.    I doubt he does, probably just thinks he does.

‘Heaven On Earth’ – The Mission

I asked her if she wanted to come and stay at my place for the rest of the weekend.  I wanted her company.  I wanted to make the most of knowing and being with her as good friends while we still can.  But she said no and put it down to having too much to do.  And then I asked if she would come over one day.  Finally she said ‘I can’t’.  And the reason was: ‘Nick wouldn’t like it.’

Me: It would only be visiting me.

Her: I know.  But it’s like Nick’s friend – Bunny or whatever her name is – I wouldn’t want him to stay with her, because we all know she wants to go out with him and he’s already admitted that if he didn’t have me then he would go out with her.  This is a bit like that.

Me: Would Nick even know you visited me?  Is he an all-seeing eye?  Is his presence all-pervading?

Her: It’s just not right.

I left it there, respecting – and I suppose admiring – her views.

LILITH LILITH LILITH LILITH

‘The Fuses Have Been Lit’ – Pop Will Eat Itself

You know, we often sit and look depressed and I struggle to make conversation.  I fail.  And she puts me on the spot, telling me to talk and it’s so hard and I feel so terminally depressing, especially when I start on the same old tragedies. 

I told her I’d miss her so much when she’s gone.

She said: ‘Why?  I’ve asked this before.  I don’t understand.  We see each other hardly ever.  Hardly even know each other.’

‘Just the way I feel about you,’ I said.  ‘I feel such an affinity to you.  I guess you could only comprehend it if you felt it.  I’m sorry you don’t.’

The sad thing is, I really don’t think she feels it at all.

LILITH LILITH LILITH LILITH

I then apologised for that heavy diary entry she read and she just smiled, but she looked a bit embarrassed.  This concerned me, so I came right out and asked her what she actually thinks of me.

She said: ‘I had always suspected you were an alien from Mars.  And, until today, I thought you could only come out on Wednesdays.  I can’t give you a serious answer.’

LILITH LILITH LILITH LILITH

‘Heaven On Earth’ – The Mission

I’m desperately trying to convince her to go to the Tech Disco, but I don’t think she will.

LILITH LILITH LILITH LILITH

She’s been stealing antique scarves + bags, etc. from THE OLDE CURIOSITY SHOP, which I find amusing.

LILITH LILITH LILITH LILITH

At one point today, as we sat on the bed, she bowed her head and looked genuinely fit to burst into tears.  She cradled her head in her hands as they rested on her knees.  I wanted to touch her then.  And all I can wish for now is to kiss those beautiful lips.  Unfulfilled dream.  And I shall respect her as my friend.  My beautiful friend.  Oh-so beautiful friend.

LILITH LILITH LILITH LILITH

I FEEL SO EMOTIONAL, SO INTENSE, IT’S UNBELIEVABLE!


[Images subject to control of individual Copyright Holders including works originated by Elton Townend Jones, but excluding any images or design attributed to ‘The Situation’ which are copyright of The Situation (see specific acknowledgements in the ‘Thanks to…’section below) / ‘Berwin Groomstool’ is an iteration of the Situation character ‘William Whicker’ and falls under joint copyright of Elton Townend Jones and Waen Shepherd / Based on true events and designed as a study of parochial British cultural and emotional life in the late 20th century, this blog is a work of fiction – cultural icons excluded, all characters and incidents featured are entirely fictional / This blog is non-profit; all video clips are used for illustrative purposes and almost always come from YouTube / No copyright infringement is intended – just trying to get things into context. Never forget: no man is an island. If you think anything I’ve used is damaging you in any way, please comment and immediate action will be taken to minimise offence / This notice was amended on 1 July 2012 and is intended to cover this and all posts on www.25yearstoolate.blogspot.com that precede it]


Next time: ‘The boring stuff…’