The Winterfood Diaries

The Winterfood Diaries

Sunday, 31 January 1988

Bummers In America


BUMMERS IN AMERICA MIXED.

Today was okay; a bit dull, but I finally mixed The Situation cassette Bummers In America, so I’m skill!

 

Later:

 

‘Rok Da House’ – Beatmasters & Cookie Crew



 

Andrew Eldritch looking incredibly ‘goth’ during the Albert Hall concert…

 

So, children.  Where have I been in January? 

 

Well… I’ve been to The Bell; a ‘party’ in Norwich; Fiz’s party; Flash’s in Castleford; Leeds

 

And the music I’ve been into has been varied, I hope.

 

WHO DID I BUY?

 

Dare LP – The Human League

‘Who Knows What Love Is?’ 12-inch – Strawberry Switchblade

 




 

[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 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: ‘One Month In…’

Saturday, 30 January 1988

Marvellous Wisbech


‘To Tame A Land’ – Iron Maiden



 

WENT TO WISBECH

Today I went into Wizzer and met up with Astra, Hazel and Legs.  We had too short a laugh and I like Hazel and Astra a real lot.  Astra + I have grown closer + talked a lot about Pauline.  Legs’s a bit dire sometimes.  But y’fuss!

 

MARVEL COMIX ARE ACE!  I’ve bought a New Mutants (which is brilliant)…


…a Daredevil (which is brilliant)…


…and a Fantastic Four (which is okay).


 




 

[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 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: ‘Bummers In America…’

Friday, 29 January 1988

Goth Corner


‘Wonderful Life’ – Black



 

A man with a gleaming, square-shaped metal head…

 

Here goes…

 

It rained awfully today.

 

It’s strange at Tech.  ‘Everyone’ (well, the ‘Goths’, who are all really chiddish) are ganging up and beginning to dislike Mad Ruth, Mary ‘n’ Lisa, cos they’ve started sitting in ‘our’ part of the Common Room (‘Goth Corner’ the trendies call it, quite amusingly), being ‘Goths’, which they’ve only really been since Christmas.  But I feel sympathy for them, cos that was me in 1986.  Can’t we welcome new people aboard?  Is this ‘alternative’ thing ours and ours alone?  I know that when I’m feeling bitchy I call people names like ‘top-goths’ or whatever, but these are just cheap shots at people who I either don’t like or are pissing me off at that time.  These comments tell you more about me than anyone else, if I’m honest.  We should be more tolerant.  Remember last year, when Kevin Wood, Luggage and Solomon Brown came over to the Dark Side?  Roger and I really encouraged them.  I used to do their hair for them and their make up, it was great.  It’s like we were the X-Men and they were the New Mutants.  Mind you, I don’t really talk to the new batch much.  I used to talk to Mary, obviously, but that’s not so easy now.  And I really don’t want to ‘encourage’ her too much.  Maybe they’re all just really horrible.  What do I know?  Well, I know that Mad Ruth is odd.  Oh, and Mary, in her jealousy (MARY ‘FANCIES’ ME STILL), has spread rumours that I’m having a relationship with our very attractive mutual friend Pauline Gold (who I know through Astra Trellis).  So most people in the Common Room now think we both at least ‘fancy’ each other.  Pauline and I had to laugh.

 

FACT: Pauline was the foster-child of my old headmaster at Wetlands.

 

I LIKE PAULINE GOLD.

 

‘Sun and Steel’ – Iron Maiden



 

TALKED TO ASTRA.

I sat a lot with Astra Trellis.  I had to talk to her.  I needed to discuss my lack of faith in my ‘image’ and how I need to change and modify myself.  She’s been feeling the same.  We talked for absolutely hages.  About all sorts: past, present and future.  And Hazel, it seems, is finally in reach of going out with Jon Berry, a boy for whom she confessed her delight to me when we cleaned up the caravan in ’86.  Old beautiful days.  For Astra and I, this long chat felt like we were experiencing the old times.  We’re so close, so instinctively close.  I think I actually Need Astra Trellis as a sister-figure.

 

A LOT OF TIME WITH JUSTINE.

Later, I sat with Justine and we chatted in code form.  It seems that Suz already suspects that Sonia and I are up to something.  Which is bad, cos when Suz got off with someone behind Roger’s back we called her a cow.  Suz could now turn the tables by telling Leighton.  But justine wants this ‘affair’ to carry on until I leave Tech.  She feels a lot of guilt, but her motto is ‘You’re only young once!’  Something her parents would disagree with.  They’d be well angry if they found out about this.  But she really wants to complete our unfulfilled dream: sex together.  She is no longer a virgin, so this is a good thing.

 

I will send her a Valentine’s Card and we MUST find a way for us to get together to make love.  We kissed a lot in secret today, and it’s all getting very cloak ‘n’ dagger.  People may begin to suspect…

 

Only one person knows of our ‘affair’, because I later told her in another very ‘close’ chat.  Astra Trellis, my ‘sister’.  Astra’s been ace anyhow.  She has become such a pillar of support to me.  And Nyall’s been ace, too (thanks for the Pot Noodle). 

 

NYALL NICE.

 

I HATE SMITH!

 




 

[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 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: ‘Wisbech…’

Thursday, 28 January 1988

Well-Amahzing Justine Developments!


11.50pm.

 

My No.1: ‘Hergest Ridge (Part One)’ – Mike Oldfield



 

A MESSAGE FROM MR. B. G.:

 

‘COR!  BLIMEY GAV’NOR!  Ey ep.  Is thy olraeght, eh?  Ooh.  D’you know that Ritcherd lad?  That Jezzer.  Ooh.  He’s a raight comic, him!  He’s a raight magazine.  Ooh, he’s a raight copy of this week’s Secret Wars Weekly, ooh, he is!’

 

BUGGER OFF, BERWIN.

 

BERWIN’S RETURN TO DIARY!

 

A stressed-looking, jaw-gritting super-hero type hides in the margins…

 

WELL-AMAHZING JUSTINE DEVELOPMENTS!

TOO-DEEHAW, Justine and I spoke a lot and I told her she’d better reply to the letter I sent her hages ago.  She said okay, but only if I’d write her one first.  So, in a letter, I chatted generally about how I wished I were her illicit lover, speaking of the old times and telling her how good it is to be close with her, and how, to be quite honest, I’d love to get exceedingly passionate with her.

 

She replied.

 

Her letter was addressed to ‘Mr X (my illicit lover???)’.  She jokingly apologises for not having access to any Mr Men paper or pea green envelopes and tells me I’ll just have to do with A4 pad paper. 

 

‘I shall try to make this letter as top-treat as possible, but there are lots of prying eyes about, so if this letter is not to your satisfaction we can have verbal intercourse later.’ 

 

She apologises that the letter is ‘scruffy and muddled’ and that’s even before she get to the ‘deep stuff’.  She continues:

 

Anyway, last night I was thinking “God, what a bitch I am”.  Make that a “stupid bitch”.  Leighton and I have agreed and come to the conclusion that we want to be together for a long, long while.  Boy, am I glad that I am not married yet as I have broken the vows of sinning against him in thought and (who knows what will happen in the future) maybe deed.  I don’t really know what I feel at the moment.  My mind just seems like a mass of emotions that are overlapping one another like waves and I have not really had a good thinking session about you + me.  I do know, or at least I think I know that I will never go out with you again, but maybe a little “secret affair” will be exciting and enjoyable.  Fulfilling even.  Though I don’t know if I want to get involved in that, as I know that it would be like ‘playing with fire’.  On the other hand, it would be good to discover what might have happened and could happen if we had taken things further between us.  I am once again confused.  Maybe you would like to take the matter into your own hands and we’ll see what happens.’

 

She apologises for being ‘muddled’ but thinks I should understand what she means.

 

‘I don’t really know why you are bothering with me, because if someone had fucked me about as much as I did you, then I’d leave well alone.  Yesterday, when you said that you were still waiting for me, I didn’t know whether you meant it or not.  So what it all boils down to is that we can either have a top, top secret affair and just act as close friends in the presence of others, or you just stop “wasting” time on me.  I am very sorry for all the hass I’ve caused you but it was no joy-ride for me either.  Actually, I’d quite like you to give me what I was practically begging for in a bus shelter once.  It would be a very interesting experience, but when and where, who knows?  I’m a “rum ‘un”, aren’t I?  And I would be feeling a very guilty “rum ‘un” if I had what I want.’

 

She signs off telling me to talk to her soon, offering me ‘lots of love’ from ‘your “friend”’.

 

‘Love Me To Death’ – The Mission



 

To my somewhat stunned relief, I was very pleased with her response.  I wrote back and told her that, yes, at the time we were together I’d felt so much for her.  I’d felt great about her.  And after we’d finished, whenever I heard ‘Love Me To Death’ by The Mission, I just really wanted to make love to her; to create a unity between us, a stronger love.  And, quite basically, I also wanted to feel the joy of making love to her.  The letter was all dead dodgy + I told her I’d be committed to ‘seeing’ her, if she could guarantee a retained interest and give me what time she could spare outside her relationship with Leighton.  Also, if she’s confused, it’s up to her to choose, for the better, what she wants.  I also added that I’d like to make love to her in more comfortable surroundings than in a bus shelter.

 

We had to be careful + do all this in letter form, because no one – NO ONE – must know.  Or she’s dead.  And possibly me…

 

She is to reply in full tonite, but we spent 20 mins alone this aft, wondering around Tec’ and she was hinting a lot about us having sex together, which is what she wants.  And God knows, so do I.  That may seem purely carnal of me, but it’s not.  Not entirely.  It’s just that she’s so … you know…

 

As the buses came to take us all home, she took me aside and, secretly, started to kiss me.  I felt good, but nervous.  Not for me, for her.  But I also felt good.  I wish I’d made the move first, but I wasn’t sure if she’d have wanted me to after all her talk of caution.

 

Thank God we’re ‘together’.

 

Till tomorrow, folks…

 




 

[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 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: ‘Strange At Tech…’

Wednesday, 27 January 1988

The Girl Thing


12.10am.

 

Skull-faced Satan drools with an insatiable hunger for evil, his horns curving attractively forward in the moonlight…

 

At the moment, I’m listening to the old SITUATION cassette Christmas II (from 1986) and it’s great.

 

Later:

 

Now.  By my side, I have a letter from Naomi.  But I don’t know what it says yet. 

 

I shall read it.

 

Later:

A bit later…

 

‘A Woman’s Story’ – Marc Almond



 

NAOMI WROTE.

 

She called me ‘Dearest Jez’, and it was basically a quick note to tell me that she’s moved house.  She now lives with various people, including Bugs, in a shared house on Eade Road.  She acknowledges that we haven’t had contact since I left after New Year’s.  She hopes I wasn’t made angry or upset by the letter she sent before New Year’s (that I hadn’t seen by then).  She says she’s not going to push me to write:

 

‘It’s entirely up to you – and your heart.  But, as you know, I would love to hear from you.  Don’t waste this friendship.  Please, Jez.  With much love (I do mean this!), Naomi xxx’

 

So.  What can I say?

 

I’d best write to her soon. 

 

Along with:

 

FLASH.

DIANA.

JUSTINE.

FRANCESCA

Desperately…

 

Hope Make-Up writes soon…

 

Rose McDowall looking beautiful…

 

Later:

 

‘Quest For Fire’ – Iron Maiden



 

TALKED TO JUSTINE A LOT – VERY CLOSE.

Today, I spent some friendly time with Justine.  We spoke a lot and got on really well, talking about Leighton and his childish attitudes, his whingeing, etc.  It was a bit edgy, coz every time we sit ‘n’ talk, Mary watches us.  Then she goes and tells Gemma and then Gemma goes and tells Leighton, thus stirring the shit.  We also talked about Stan’s upcoming ‘do’.  I found my emotions, as I had expected, deeply focused on her.  When she mentioned, half-seriously/half-jokingly, that me ‘n’ Naomi might get back together, I told Justine that I was really still waiting for her.

 

Slowly, I seem to have drifted away from Amelia, Lush + Simone.  In Drama, for the play, I had more stage kissing practice with Jo Wedonska.  Well, this developed from ‘pretend’ kissing to near-real kissing.  Given that there were others watching us, we stopped, but neither of us seemed to mind the way things had gone.

 

QED is a good programme.

 

Later:

 

‘FANCY’ MARTHA (A PHASE!).

 




 

[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 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: ‘Amahzing Justine Developments…’

Tuesday, 26 January 1988

Back To The Soap Opera...


12.10am.

 

‘Sense Of Doubt’ – David Bowie



 

I’m in bed and, well, I haven’t got much time to recap on my weekend at the moment, but I probably shall do in the near future; along with a history of my friendship with MAKE-UP.  Yet, I’ve got to say I’m pissed off about my crimpers!  I left them at Flash’s.  So I’ll have to have them posted down.  Very soon.  I’m lost without them, cos my hair, being so thick and woolly, falls into a naturally crap style.  YEEURGH!!!  YECHFEH!

 

TRIANGLIA tomorrow – ESS!

 

I off to sleep nar, with Mike Oldfield on, I think…

 

Farewell.

 

Dear Lord,

Help us live in the midst of beauty tomorrow; let something I will enjoy happen to me; help others.  Amen.

 

Later:

11.15pm.

 

‘We Are The Lust’ – Death In June



 

FRANCESCA DEVELOPMENTS.

I HAVE BEEN GIVEN AN AMAHZINGLY JONATHAN HARKER ADDRESS – THAT OF FRANESCA CROOK, WHO NOW LIVES IN VIRDEN, MANITOBA, CANADA.

 

RAIGHT RUDOLF HESS!!!

 

Later:

11.45pm.

 

‘Stutter Rap’ – Morris Minor & The Majors



 

Berwin Groomstool, sporting trademarked pork pie hat, totters his deceptive bulk along on spindly, winkle-pickered legs, all the while drooling and rubbing his spiky talons in gleeful anticipation…

 

hello… hello… hello…

 

At last, I’m back in Tech.  Is that good or bad, we cry?  Who can tell?  But I feel quite generally good at the moment.

 

So.  Back to the Soap Opera…

 

I had no hair spray and no crimp in my hair, but with a little surgery with soap and a hand dryer, I created an absolutely Jonathan hairstyle.  Good on me for my creative talents.

 

I spoke a little to Justine and Roger and Suz and Danny.  Then Simone and I had an absolutely Rudolf conversation about MARVEL COMIX.  Simone is addicted and is also interested in mine ‘n’ Flash’s BTC/SITUATION stuff…

 

ME ‘N’ SIM ‘N’ MARVEL COMIX!

 

Sadly, Mary really fancies me.  Obsessively.  What can I say?  She’s really ‘gothing’ now, but…  She not for me.  Just as Astra Trellis pointed out: if I’d really fancied her, she’d have known about it straight away.

 

And talking of Astra Trellis, she’s off to shave my hair off for me ‘n’ probably dye it (he’s ‘oping!).  And she’s having her hair like Aladdin Sane!

 

‘Hey!  Hey!  Hazel Church + Astra Trellis got pissed a bit back and I was mentioned – mainly due to me ‘n’ Hazel spending time together in March 1986  Yo-Ho-Ho!’  Ritcherd ’88.

 

Berwin Groomstool, sporting trademarked pork pie hat, struts aggressively in his somewhat slimming ladies’battle armour (complete with breast cones) and Cuban heeled boots.  He holds his ridiculously long penis between his fingers, like a delicate Frenchman holding a cigarette.  He bats no eyelid at the five strings of ectoplasmic goo that emerge from the pouting member, and rise like helium to the sky…

 

‘I Can’t Help It’ – Bananarama



 

Glenda, Mary’s mate, is nice.  Luggage’s a bloke and so is Legs (so lend me your X-Men mags, y’git!).

 

On the college bus, I spoke to Tara (Dave from school’s sister) about the Marvel comix I know her brother collected back in school.  She says she’s going to tell him he has to give me them all.  Ace.

 

JABBA ABBOTT has got a girlfriend.  So I hear, anyway.

 

A lithe, bipedal lizard man with fine, fine triangular spinal plates snorts happy dragon-smoke and grins his sharp-toothed, beaky mouth as he bounces along on shoes made of springs, his tiny willy spurting and heralding his glee…

 

CRAP EXAM RESULTS!

Exam results seem mediocre so far.  Nowt crap, yet nowt too Jonathan.

 

Later:

 

‘Sign Your Name Across My Heart’ – Terence Trent D’Arby



 

I was talking to Anastasia and apparently Francesca doesn’t look like me now (as all thought she did when she was at Tec, because of the huge blonde backcomb).  But she’s dead scared of writing to me, coz we hardly knew each other.  So I s’pose it’s up to me to write to her first.  I shall.

 

TRIANGLIA was okay, but I think the Flowers/Lampwick’s have terminated their association.  Oh hum.  The creative work grows splendidly, and we’re all getting dead close as a team.  There’s a nice girl there called Martha, but she’s only fifteen.  She is lovely, though.  I say no more, ‘cept her beautiful face just excites me.  If she asked me, I’d say yes, but I think it would be wrong of me.

 




 

[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 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 Girl Thing…’

Monday, 25 January 1988

Crimpers Crisis


The time is now 4.15pm.

 

‘The Fog Of The World’ – Death In June



 

I didn’t go to tech.  I got to bed at 2am, see.  Well narkered.  Oh hum.  Goodbye.

 

Later:

 

PISSED OFF ABOUT CRIMPERS!  VERY NACKERED!

 




 

[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 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: ‘Back to the soap opera…’

Sunday, 24 January 1988

Hergest Ridge


Approx 5.20pm

ASHTON STREET

 

‘Hergest Ridge (Side One)’ – Mike Oldfield


(WOW!)

 

H’flo!

 

Haze.  And creative numbness.  That’s what I’ve got at the moment.  Slack Sundays.  I go home at 10.30pm.

 

Sunday is all wet with rain.  No more the snow.  Away, Snow, Away!  Dinner in the company of Aliens. 



A pleasure from their pain.  And Make-Up returns.  Haze.  Creative numbness.  Sleazy Sunday.  Dead days with no real reason for the fight that is life.  Mike Oldfield on the stereo.  That’s nice.  That’s great.  And Make-Up, here.  And Flash, here.  And Ritcherd, here.  All present and correct with beauty dominating the air.  But Ashton Street will be departed from soon.  Soon.  The end of Now is coming.  And farewells shall come to all those present and correct…

 

Later:

9.45pm.

 

‘The Boy With The Gun’ – David Sylvian



 

A strange day. 

 

Preparing to go.  Empty.  Why?

 

Facing life is hard.  Back to Tech.  And fare thee well.

 

Hey-Ho!

 

A weekend, an end, and home…

 

Oh, that snow!

 

Tomorrow come anew.  Bring a love and a beauty with you.

 

Later:

 

NO MORE SNOW.

 




 

[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 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: ‘Crimpers…’