The Winterfood Diaries

The Winterfood Diaries

Saturday, 30 April 1988

Rose Ring


1am.

 

‘The Saint’ – Brian Fahey


 

Her cat-like eyes and her crazy hair; her beautiful cheekbones and her pretty lips…

 

And so we come to the final entry of April 1988, and the final entry of this volume.  We started 1988 with an air of optimism that continues to grow brightly as we close this book.  I imagine the next volume will present great changes in the life of WINTERFOOD.  We’ll see.

 

Later:

IT’S LATE AT NIGHT.  11-SOMETHING.

 

‘Call Me’ – Throwing Muses



 

Once again, I’m listening to Polly’s tape.  It would have been good to see them tonite.

 

I have left TRIANGLIA.

 

Well, Ash was beaten up last nite (for being a 'goth'), but he seems okay.  We all rehearsed today, which was very productive.  ‘Badlands’ is now suddenly a classic, ‘Rose Ring’ (which was once ‘Soul Brother, Soul Sister ’) is fabulous, and ‘Jasmine’ (which Ash really likes) is showing some promise.

 

We feel the heat of seven days

With hands of fire and flame,

Time spent with limbs on fire

Reaching for the prize (Spit fire!)

One failing:

Fall and sigh,

Fall and cry!

 

The eighth day of a Christmas past,

The eighth day of shattered glass,

Time spent on wings of fire

Reaching for the prize (Tripwire!)

One question:

‘Did you know?’

‘Hell, did you know?’

 

Is the past imperfect in other planes?

Tripwire and acid flames?

Does the kingdom tremble there?

Beyond the Horsehead, they trod there:

Brother Body and Sister Soul;

Tainted children seek one goal:

Rose ring!  My heart is fresh,

Fresh for you!

 

Snow falls deep, snow falls near,

My heart is fresh while my world is burning,

With a fire as white as the watery moon –

Kiss me, with a mind that schemes,

Clothed in steel!

Clothed in steel!

 

‘Rose Ring’ probably tells us that there are good things in life if you can hang on long enough to find them.  Yes!  We go through a lot of shit, but the ‘rose ring’ is that thing that you most desire – so don’t let it go.

 

AND PUT IT LIKE THIS: I HOPE SUZI AND I HAVE ‘GROWN TOGETHER’ BY THIS TIME NEXT WEEK…

 

You see, all week, my ideal has been that eventually she and I would ‘get together’ as friends and then lovers.  If this happened, I told myself I would eject myself from the usual ‘Goth Lot’ and devoting my time to her and us; just us, in deep love, moving in brighter directions, enraptured and changing together, growing. 

 

IS THIS FEASIBLE? 

 

I DOUBT IT, YET I WISH FOR IT.

 

‘Love Will Tear Us Apart’ – Joy Division



 

Please, any deciders of fate that ever there be, let Suzi and I fall in love, and let us fall for all eternity.  Let us respect and admire one another, let us build our own, new, world away from those dull fools.  Give us the courage to come together as ONE.

 

BUT WHAT ARE YOU LIKE, SUZI?  AND WILL YOU LIKE ME?

 

[NEXT TIME:

 

WET YOUR KNICKERS AS: JEZ GOES SUZI MAD!

 

SAY ‘YOOGHA’ AS: JEZ & STAN DO SILLY THINGS IN NORWICH!

 

GO SILLY WHEN: JEZ LAUGHS HIS HEAD OFF IN THE BATH!

 

         Future Ritcherd.]

 

Let the heart rise, setting beauty free and lighting the fires of love.

 

Let Ritcherd and Suzi succeed.

 




 

[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: ‘May…’

Friday, 29 April 1988

Wonder Of All Wonders


‘Get It On’ – Kingdom Come



 

THERE HAVE BEEN SOME EXCELLENT DEVELOPMENTS TODAY, BUT I’LL SAVE THE BEST NEWS TILL LAST!

 

Tonite, I worked on lyrics for ‘Soul Brother, Soul Sister'and eventually matched a song of mine called ‘Rose Ring’ (adapted from my ‘Day Of Man And God’ lyrics, which were inspired by Ray Bradbury) to it.  I’ve also lyrically extended ‘Badlands’ and I think it’s going to be good.

 

By the way, I spoke to Nyall for the first time in ages, and he was nice.  FRANK BACON is dead. 

 

BUT THAT’S DULL.

 

‘Dear Prudence’ – Siouxsie And The Banshees



 

THE GREAT NEWS:

This morning, Danny and I took Astra Trellis and her two friends, Pauline Gold and Shaz on an adventure to our regular ‘greasy joe’ cafĂ©, The Cadenza.  I don’t know if they were that impressed by the tea in smoked glass mugs, the English Breakfasts or the fact that you can see the waitress’s nipples through her t-shirt, but I’m glad thay came.  I got talking to Shaz about ‘the girl’, and Shaz quickly realised that they actually go on the same bus.  Shaz doesn’t know her very well, but she does know one of her friends, and told me that she had heard them talking about me.  She offered to find out some things about ‘the girl’ for me, which was great.  Shaz reckons that ‘the girl’ has only been attending Tech on Mondays and Tuesday since the beginning of 1988.

 

Anyway, it was a tense day and…

 

WONDER OF ALL

WONDERS,

I’M NOT TELLING YOU WHAT HAPPENED!

 

Later:

 

‘Marian (Demo)’ – The Sisters Of Mercy



 

WHAT HAPPENED WITH ‘HER’, THEN?

 

Shaz eventually spoke to her friend who knows ‘the Girl’, while I was on my way to my bus.  As I walked by their bus, Shaz clambered off and came up to me with a big Norfolk grin on her face.

 

Shaz:                     

She likes you, mate.

 

Winterfood:        

What?

 

Shaz:     

I’ve just seen her friend.  I asked about her.

 

Winterfood:        

Really?

 

Shaz:     

Yeah.  She’s called Suzi and comes from Dereham somewhere.

 

Winterfood:        

What else was said then?

 

Shaz:                     

My mate says ‘She fancies this blonde Goth kid from Tech with lots of hair.’

 

I’M IN HEAVEN!

 

I cannot wait – at all – till TUESDAY.

 

What happens now?  How do we approach each other?

 




 

[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: ‘Rosering…’

Thursday, 28 April 1988

Original TV Hits of the Sixties


9.10am.

 

My No.1: ‘Ahead’ – Wire



 

COMMON ROOM, NORCAT

(But not ‘Goth Corner’, because I have decided to distance myself from the likes of Justine, Suz, Mary, Tracey, Mad Ruth – not to be confused with my lovely ‘bus friend’ Ruth – and all the others.  I will not be sitting in ‘Goth Corner’ ever again.)

 

SO, NOW I KNOW NOT TO COME INTO COLLEGE ON A THURSDAY.  MY THEORY ABOUT ‘HER’ IS APPARENTLY WRONG.  WELL, THERE YOU GO.  NOW WINTERFOOD IS COMPLETELY DEPRESSED, BORED, LONELY AND LONGING.

 

HOW CAN I WAIT UNTIL TUESDAY?!

WHY DOES THERE HAVE TO BE A DAMN ‘HOLIDAY’ ON MONDAY!?!?!

 

WHY?

WHY?

WHY?

 

DOES ‘SHE’ LIKE ME?  IT SEEMS TO ME THAT THERE’S ‘SOMETHING’ THERE.  PLEASE LET HER BE SINGLE.  PLEASE LET US FALL IN LOVE.  PLEASE LET US BE ALWAYS BEAUTIFUL.  SHE COULD BE THE CULMINATION OF ALL I’VE EVER NEEDED.  LET US BE ONE TOGETHER.

 

YES.  I KNOW I’M JUMPING THE GUN, I.E. WHAT’S HER PERSONALITY LIKE?

 

I DON’T KNOW, BUT ALL I FEEL IS ‘GOOD’ ABOUT HER!  IT’S NOT THAT I SIMPLY ‘FANCY THE KNICKERS OFF HER’, OR ANYTHING THAT PATHETIC AND SIMPLE, I JUST…

 

WELL.  OKAY, OKAY, I AM IMMENSELY ATTRACTED TO HER.  A REAL LOT, IN FACT.  LIKE I’M ALWAYS FANCYING PEOPLE, BUT I DIDN’T KNOW  A CREATURE LIKE THIS COULD EXIST AND EXCITE ME QUITE SO MUCH.  I LOVE HER FACE.  I UNDERSTAND WHAT FACES MEAN (SORRY TO RIP YOU OFF HERE, WAEN, BUT…), AND HER FACE IS… OH GOD.  HER FACE… AND THOSE EYES AND THE MAKE UP.  AND I LOVE HER HAIR (ITS SHAPE, THE COLOUR, THE EFFECT…).  I LOVE HER HAIR.  I LOVE HER CLOTHES.  I LOVE THAT SHE’S ‘GOTHIC’, BUT NOT COMPLETELY MORBID-LOOKING.  SHE’S SOMEHOW MORE INDIVIDUAL THAN THAT.  SHE’S A SUMMERY GOTH, A COLOURFUL ONE.  LIKE I’M ATTEMPTING.  SHE IS CLEAN + SMART LOOKING, BUT COURAGEOUSLY ‘WEIRD’.  LIKE I AM ATTEMPTING.  SHE HAS STYLE.  SHE IS, TO ME, A BEAUTIFUL PERSON.

 

Oh.  Why is she not here with me now?

 

Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god. 

 

THURSDAY, FRIDAY, SATURDAY, SUNDAY, MONDAY, TUESDAY… 

6 DAYS TO GO.  OH GOD!

 

That beautiful profile, so measured, so certain, so strong, with those cheekbones, that hair and those earrings, that crucifix, that waistcoat…

 

SHE’S SO FAR OUT OF REACH!  WHAT IF I NEVER SEE HER AGAIN?!

 

NO!  NO!  I CAN’T THINK THAT!  I WON’T!

 

Later:

2.30pm.

 

Oh, where does she live?  What does she do?  How old is she?  What’s her name?

 

HER’ (?)

 

Those cheekbones and that wild, orange hair…

 

Those Egyptian eyes and those dark, pouting lips, that pretty nose…

 

Later:

VERY LATE AND IN BED.

 

I’ve been listening to the new ‘instrumental’ demos of ‘Soul Brother, Soul Sister' and ‘Badlands’ over and over and they are excellent!  This is where I wanna go.  I wanna make ‘rock’ records that the kids can really dance to!  Disco-goff stuff!

 

We’re in the Badlands,

The gun is in command,

The broken thread of a lawless kind

Is the ‘dagger in the hand’.

In hazy, lowlife places,

A man’s fighting for a life;

Stone wall and stone-cold faces,

In a love and fire desire.

 

The footsteps heard at sunrise:

The bounty man’s in town.

Time to hide the boys away,

Time to hide away,

But your pride

Won’t hide

A steel and blood desire,

A broken love on fire.

 

Can never leave (Badlands!)

They’ll bury me (Badlands!)

 

Shivering out the sunburn,

A stolen place called Throat

Badland sun, silouhette gun,

It’s time to hide away,

Hide,

Hide,

A broken love on fire,

A steel and blood desire.

 

Well, you’d better find the reasons,

Cos he’s here to find us out,

He’ll bleed you dry and bleach your bones,

Leave you cold under Badland stones

As the sun sets in the evening sky

And gun law is destroyed,

Destroyed,

Destroyed.

 

Can never leave (Badlands!)

They’ll bury me (Badlands!)

 

I’ve bought an ace album of 1960s TV themes from Peterboro’, called – funnily enough – Original TV Hits OF The Sixties (by Various). 


My favourites are: ‘The Human Jungle’, ‘The Avengers’, ‘Danger Man’, ‘The Saint’, ‘Route 66’, ‘The Baron’, ‘Department S’, ‘Thunderbirds’ and, of course, ‘The Prisoner’.

 

‘The Human Jungle (Theme)’ - John Barry



 

THE GIRL

 

Oh, I can’t wait till Tuesday.  Oh god.  Let something happen.  She and I.  TOGETHER!

 

Perhaps, on some off chance, she’ll pop into Tech tomorrow!  Oh, please.  I feel a yearning.

 

NAME:

Obviously, I’d like it to be MARIAN.  Or ALISON.  But odds on, it’ll be TRACEY, SHARON, JOANNE, LORRAINE OR SARAH.

 

SOME FINE STAR SHINE ON OUR TOMORROW.  SOME KIND MOTION DRAW US CLOSER.  LET SHE AND I LOVE.

 

Amen to that.

 

Records to buy:                  





 

Oh.  Let me see her tomorrow.  And when next we see on another, let us fall in love and prove that love.  Amen to that!

 




 

[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: ‘Wonder of all wonders…’

Wednesday, 27 April 1988

Shallow Tide


DRAMA PROJECT:

We have begun work on our end of year performance.

 

SARAH GEORGE GAVE ME SOME FLAK.

‘OH NO, YOU HAVEN’T CHANGED IT AGAIN,’ SHE SAID.

‘YES,’ SAID I, ABOUT TO EXPLAIN.

‘WELL ME ‘N’ JENNY SHALL HAVE TO SEE ABOUT THAT FIRST,’ SHE SAID.

‘ME ‘N’ SASHA ARE SCRIPTING, I THINK,’ SAID ME.

‘SO ARE JENNY + I, ACTUALLY,’ SAID SARAH.

 

Later:

VERY LATE AT NITE, SAT IN BED.

 

‘Warsaw’ – Joy Division



 

Tonite, Dan, Ash and I got together from 6pm – 9pm and cos of me being a prat (I forgot to bring the lyrix), we couldn’t work on ‘Shallow Tide’ (which I adapted from my ‘Tide’ lyrix).  Instead, we reworked ‘Badlands’ and the tune is now better and longer.  It’s a completely new tune, so as to avoid any complications with Stan.  I guess it’s really a song about the emotional struggle of/for life.  We also recorded it so that I can extend the lyrix and learn it by ear.  We’ve also begun working on a new tune for ‘Kiss Of Pand’ra’ and we collaborated on re-working one of their old tunes, ‘Brother Body, Sister Soul’, which, with my input, is now much rockier and is really skill.  We’ve also recorded this so I can put brand new lyrix to it.

 

The new era begins.  What will we be called, I wonder?  Who can tell?

MAiN NEWS

SHE was away today.  Part-timer.  I knew it!  Oh, how I wish and pray and hope she will be in Tech tomorrow.  I am so… so… I can’t actually express what I am.

 

I need to sleep.  Oh…

 

That her hayre and her body and her soul were mingled with mine!  Oh what an entity we could become!

 

I can’t stop drawing pictures of her.  I need to see her again.  TOMORROW, PLEASE, MY GODS.  PLEASE.  OH, PLEASE.

 

Oh.  I love dressing much more ‘smartly’ these days.

 

She pouts those beautiful lips and draws in those cheeks, casting those dark eyes about her, and trailing vast, orange tree of hair behind her…

 

They drink their water from a shallow tide,

Can’t find their place in liquid love.

Drink their water from a shallow tide

Stealing pleasure from a drift of pressure.

 

They don’t say ‘No’ to the friends who know,

Ever saying ‘Yes’ to Exocet

And stealing from the water of love,

Breeding in their shallow flood

 

There’s a bitch called Man, lives far away,

Sittin’ pretty for Judgement Day!

There’s a bitch called Man on a blow away,

Ever ready for Judgement Day –

Tell her ‘Show!’

Tell her ‘Show!’

 

They drink their water from a shallow tide,

Production from pressure is a stolen pride.

Drink their water from a shallow tide,

Breathing out fall-out into love.

 

There’s a bitch called Man lives far away,

She’s sittin’ pretty on Judgement Day,

She won’t stay low for another day –

She got fourteen children!

She got fourteen children (tell her ‘Show!’)

She got fourteen children (tell her ‘Show!’)

 

 

Later:

 

A letter from Flash arrived today.  He and Manda are finished.  Part of me is shattered by this news, but thanks to ‘HER’ I am undiminished.

 




 

[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: ‘Original TV Hits of the Sixties…’