The Winterfood Diaries

The Winterfood Diaries

Sunday, 30 April 1989

Shame About Maggie


11.50pm

 

‘Yahoo!’ – Erasure



 

ESCAPE FROM SOBIBOR + THE YOUNG ONES

 

Well, well, well…  It’s been an incredible 4 months so far, has 1989.  They seem to have passed by like nothing.  But, under analysis, a lot has happened in those months.

 

The first third of 1989 has been: Flash, Maggie, Raquel, Natalia, THE CHINESE PLAY, college work, Emma, friendships, tensions, sex romps, self-discovery (at last, I know who I am + what I want!  At last!), Erasure, Pet Shop Boys, Yello, Pop Will Eat Itself, Wire, new feelings + a lot of fun.

 

Shame about Maggie. 

 

God, what am I saying?  It’s downright atrocious + unfair about that lovely girl.  At least I will have THAT photograph + that’ll be the focus for a set of memories that will never leave me.

 

She was truly gorgeous.

 

As April ends, May approaches.  A year now since Suzi (who still remains something of a mystery to me).  She was really nice.  May will be magic.  THE CHINESE PLAY will be a miserable disaster, but I’m sure I’ll still be able to hold my head high at the attempt.  I am glad to be who I am; yes, true, my nose is a little too big, I have a few spots too many but, in spite of that, my life is something of a treasure + a success.

 

By 3am in the morning of May 1st, my parents and Chip will be driving to Stansted Airport, ready to depart for Majorca, Spain on a 7am flight.  As Jack is staying elsewhere, this means I shall be spending the first two weeks of May all alone here at Blackberry Narrow.  Have a wonderful holiday, folks.

 

Ho-hum.

 

Let our hearts rise, let us set our beauty free.  I love you all, my special people xxxx

 

[COMING SOON…

 

FART AS: Ritcherd gets angry at the Chinese!

 

SCREAM AS: Ritcherd resurrects a lost love!

 

-          Future Ritcherd]

 

 





 

[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: ‘Annie Hall…’

Saturday, 29 April 1989

Comic Haul


It’s 6pm

 

‘Peek-a-Boo’ by Siouxsie + the Banshees has just come on the video.

 

‘Peek-a-Boo’ – Siouxsie & the Banshees



 

I want a bath, and then I want to go on the sun-bed.

 

Last nite, I dreamt that Flash came to stay + I had some secret documents that I had been told he must not see, so I spent ages hiding them from him.  Raquel also came to stay + we were all naked + talking.  Flash told me he dreams about me a lot.  But then news came over the radio that the Sea Devils had invaded, so I went out and bought the Target book of Doctor Who and the Sea Devils.  When I opened it, a finger sized Sea Devil fell out and I ate it, but it tasted like an off-pilchard, so I ran to the bathroom looking for cooking instructions.  Couldn’t find any.  Then Flash + I were instructed to attack the embassy of a foreign power that was using the Sea Devils to attack the UK.  We both wore purple/pink Sgt. Pepper uniforms + as we charged the embassy we caught a pirate.  Flash held onto the pirate as we kicked in the door, but as they stepped over the threshold, their clothes magically swapped!  I said, ‘I liked that effect!  I want to see it again.’  Flash said, ‘Rewind it, then.’  But suddenly, from around a corner came two armed guards, but I had enough time to press my remote control and rewound everything.  Obviously, I wasn’t affected, and when I pressed ‘stop’, Flash turned to me and said, ‘At least we’ll know they’re coming now.’  But I was more interested in using my remote control to rewind time – and space – to visit New York a hundred years ago.  Flash grabbed it off me and left me behind as he fast-forwarded to my future and visited me as an old man.

 

Crap, eh?

 

‘Destroy the Heart’ – House of Love



 

Today, I’ve been to Peterborough.  I went at 10am with Danny Black and Astra Trellis + quite enjoyed it, in spite of not knowing where the HOUSE ON THE BORDERLAND comics shop had moved to.  We found it in the end, though.

 

I bought book c of THE PRISONER: Shattered Visage


 

…this week’s Crisis, and Black Orchid book two…


 

…all of which I’m quite chuffed by.  I will endeavour to buy the graphic novel, BLOOD, the remaining issues of STRAY TOASTERS, book d of THE PRISONER, the remaining issues of BLACK ORCHID, and MELTDOWN.

 

When I got home, I tried ringing Natalia.  She’s never in.

 

Now… I’m still thinking about another female of rather more endearing proportions who has given me much sadness.  Yes, it’s sadness.  I cannot overcome my feelings of sadness.

 

I love you, dear friend xxx

 





 

[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: ‘Shame about Maggie…’

Friday, 28 April 1989

Wise Up! Sucker


WISE UP, SUCKER!

 

It’s 9am, and why?

 

Because I’ve missed my bastard bus.  But I’m off to try again in 20 mins or so, on public transport. 

 

BOOGAH

 

‘Sheila Take A Bow’ – The Smiths



 

My favourite TV shows at the moment are:

 





MIAMI VICE,

MIDNIGHT CALLER,

 

And I can’t think of any others at the moment…

 

I still love DOCTOR WHO but it’s not on these days.




 

And THE DARK ANGEL (which I videoed) is skill!  I’ve just finished pt. 2 – one more to go!




 

God!  Jamie Davenport hasn’t even had a proper Chinese Play rehearsal yet.

 

FOOK OFF, WINTERFOOD.

 

Later:

 

‘A Single KO’ – Wire



 

HOW DO YOU GET THE PUBLIC TO GO AND SEE A PLAY THEY’VE NEVER HEARD OF?

 

HOW DO YOU GET THE PUBLIC INTO A THEATRE, FULL STOP?

 

I was so pissed off today.  Why?  Because THE CHINESE PLAY was advertised in the LYNN NEWS & ADVERTISER.  Fair enough, yeah; but it said ‘a new play by a local playwright, performed by NORCAT’s SITUATIONS (sic) THEATRE CO’.  Why did she put NORCAT?  In my initial meetings, Damaris Grenfell agreed that the college would not be mentioned – so her publicity officer goes and mentions them!  FUCK OFF, OR WHAT?  To cap that, it says ‘SITUATIONS’. 

 

So I rang the publicity officer up from Larry’s office and asked her what had gone wrong. She told me it was her duty as publicity officer to tell the public it was a college show.  I told her it wasn’t a college show, inasmuch as a college show would be something Larry or another teacher might stage or direct – like Macbeth, say.  I remember helping out on a show at the Angles a few years ago, by a girl at Isle College in Wisbech, which she was putting on as part of her course, but under her name alone (probably so as to avoid turning-off a potential audience who are expecting am-dram values).  But the publicity officer just said, ‘You study at NORCAT – therefore it’s a NORCAT show.’  I asked what she’d have said if I wasn’t at NORCAT.  ‘But you are,’ she said, ‘NORCAT are putting it on.’  But I insisted they weren’t and that I was putting it on, under the production name – amateur or otherwise – of The Situation Theatre Company.  And not ‘Situations’, I added.  ‘Yes,’ she said, ‘sorry about that.  It’s been amended now.’  Stupid bitch.

 

I couldn’t be arsed to plough on any further, so I handed her over to Larry.  She told him that all future productions will be billed as ‘amateur’ and as ‘NORCAT’ shows – including BLOOD WEDDING and ROCKY HORROR (Daniel + Jodie will go mental!).

 

IT GETS RIGHT UP MY ARSE.  Poncey cow.

 

If she’d spoken to me – or even Larry – I would have gone for ‘The Situation Theatre Company in association with NORCAT’.  It’s about the wording; it’s about the impression.  And – in all honesty – it’s about trying to make a name, not just for myself, but for a ‘company’ that I’d like to see continuing to produce work and build a reputation after I’ve left college.

 

‘Temple of Love (Extended)’ – The Sisters Of Mercy

 

 

GOD!  The Chinese Play doesn’t ‘belong’ to NORCAT.  It’s not the property of NORCAT.  It’s not NORCAT’s object.  It’s mine.

 

SO FUCK OFF, BECAUSE I WAS ASSURED IN THE FIRST MEETING THAT PUTTING ‘NORCAT’ IN THE BILLING WOULD COMPROMISE SALES.  TALK ABOUT DEFEATING YOUR OWN OBJECT. 

 

THAT’S IT, THEN.  THE END.  I’M BILLY MUCH SURE THERE’LL BE A FULL HOUSE.  SURE.  MUCH.  OH YUS.  AR-YA-DU.AND THEN THEY’LL BLAME ME.  WELL, YOU’VE FUCKED IT, BABY.  THE CHINESE PLAY IS ALREADY DEAD.  AND PERHAPS IT WAS A MERCY KILLING.  I DUNNO.  COS I DID MY BIT.  I’VE COVERED KING’S LYNN IN POSTERS + HANDBILLS.  SHAME IT TOOK MARITA TWO FUCKING WEEKS TO DRAFT A LETTER FOR LOCAL ACTING AGENCIES AND THEN DO IT WRONG!  AND WHEN I TOLD HER IT WAS WRONG – IT WAS EMBARASSINGLY AMATEUR – SHE GOT STROPPY AND ACTED LIKE SHE WAS DOING ME A FAVOUR!  NEVER MIND ALL THOSE PEOPLE PERFORMING WHO MIGHT GET TO MEET A BLOODY AGENT.  JESUS, I AM SURROUNDED BY TWATS.  NOBODY GIVES A FUCK ABOUT THIS WONDERFUL OPPORTUNITY WE’VE ALL BEEN GIVEN ON THIS COURSE.  ARE THEY REALLY SO TALENTED?

 

WUNT DARE!

 

On top of all this, it turns out that TS2 called a meeting between their parents + the Principal in which they called for Larry to be sacked.  They have been complaining about his teaching methods and Ronnie Treece (former department head) is attempting to help them oust him from NORCAT.  Trouble is – it seems – is that TS1 and BTEC Performing Arts all like Larry.  So we’ll be writing to the college management in praise of him and complaining about what’s been going on.  However, TS2 also roped in the local MP, and have – allegedly – cast aspersions on Larry’s sexual orientation.  So now Larry’s involved in a court case.  What a mess.

 

I think this is some of the stuff that’s led to poor communication in the department regarding the KLCA performances and my relations with “Practice Makes Perfect”.  It’s affecting Daniel + Jodie too, as Larry’s homosexuality and the decision on the part of some to make that an issue, has led to sex becoming an issue generally.  Daniel + Jodie have had all their ROCKY HORROR posters ripped down by college management for being ‘sexually explicit’ (they’re not).  Management have also put pressure on Larry, Daniel + Jodie to not take the show on tour; they’re only allowing the KLCA gigs because NORCAT is reluctant to have its name associated with ‘explicit sex’.  The more we (Performing Arts) dug into this bizarre claim, the more we found out; discovering that management have been told that Performing Arts have been getting too much attention and favour from Larry.

 

GOD, EVERYBODY CAN FUCK OFF!

 

Later:

9pm

 




 

And she turned, with a smile that told me more than anyone else could ever know.  ‘TAKE CARE,’ she said, and was gone.

 

She loves me, she loves me not.

 

HEY WELL…

 

pop HAS eaten itself

 

Later:

 

Today, Maggie and I spoke briefly, yet again.  She’s going to hospital on Wednesday to have her infected scar seen to.  Some female attacked her with a bottle in a pub a while ago (before we met) and the scar from the gash in her arm is playing up.  It still has tiny fragments of glass in it.

 

I saw her, finally, last thing, on her bus.  I didn’t want her to leave me this way.  Our time together has been too short and it should have been more.  Despite that, I doubt she could ever mean more.  She jumped off the bus and raced towards me and handed me her address on a crumpled paper napkin.  WHY?it from her with a feeliWHY?awning sadness.  Tears at theWHY?my mind just waiting toWHY?n my cheeks.

 

The poundingDON’T GO!  NOT NOW!my mind and my words would never dissuade her.  Never.  She knew what she wanted and that was that. 

 

‘WHAT WILL YOU DO?  WILL YOU GO NOW?  FOREVER?’ I asked.

 

‘I DON’T KNOW.  I’LL BE IN HOSPITAL ALL NEXT WEEK.  AND THEN, YES, I THINK THAT’S THE END.  I’M NOT COMING BACK.’

 

‘EVER?’ I croaked.

 

‘I’VE GOT SOME THINGS TO COLLECT.  I’LL BE BACK FOR THEM.  THEN THAT’S IT,’ she said, searching my eyes to see what I felt about it all.SHE DOESN’T KNOW

 

I was lost for words.

 

‘I’LL COME IN AND VISIT ON TUESDAYS NOW AND AGAIN, I THINK,’ she aSLIPPING AWAY

 

Some hope, then…

 

‘IT DEPENDS IF I CAN TWIST DAD ‘ROUND MY LITTLE FINGER,’ she giggled and IDON’T SLIP AWAYlaughing a little at the remark

 

‘I’M SURE YOU CAN DO THAT,’ I said.  FOR GOD’S SAKE NOT NOW.

 

‘YES, SO AM I,’ she said, laughingSTOP HER.  FOR GOD’S SAKE.  WHY ARE YOU TURNING TO LEAVE?  BECAUSE YOU’LL CRY IF YOU STAY THERE WITH HER?

 

‘SO THIS IS IT, THDON’T TURN AWAY FROM HER!  YOU LOVE HER!  STOP!  TELL HER!GOODBYE, THEN SHE JUST DOESN’T REALISE her eyes.  This was it.  Farewell.

 

‘BYE,’ she said, sadlyI DREAMT MAGGIE AND I KISSED AND SHE

 

‘BYE.’  What else could I do just then?  I’ll tell you what I could do.  I’ll tell you what I did.  I pulled her close to me, clasping her.  I held her and she held me.  We held each otherSO, MAGGIE, WHAT’S IT TO BE?  WILL

As we finally prised ourselves apart, she smiled.

 

And she turned, with a smile that toldMAGGIE, HAVE YOU FINISHED WITH SIMON YET?know.  ‘TAKE CARE,’ she said, and was gone.DYING TO SEE MAGGIE

 

STOP HER!I turned to my bus bay and waited five full minutes for my busSHE CAME TO SHOW ME THE PHOTOS because I could have spent that time talking to herDOESN’T REALISEno.  And then, with a blast of cloudy leadDIDN’T TELL HERits engine + left the collegeSTOP HER and TOO LATE do nothiGONEit CRYmiss you now, Maggie xxxxxxx

 





 

[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: ‘Comic haul…’

Thursday, 27 April 1989

Missive From Maggie


It’s 9.30pm

 

‘Oochy Koochy’ – Baby Ford



 

Yes, Baby Ford are on the VCR.  I’m babysitting.  Chip’s in bed + I really want him to shut up crying.

 

Later:

 

Today, I bought the 10-inch version of Pop Will Eat Itself’s new single.




 

Later:

10.30pm

 

‘Ship Of Fools’ – Erasure



 

HE’S ASLEEP.

 

I’ve loads to tell, but I’m too tired.

 

Some thoughts:

THE CHINESE PLAY + BARRY – all sorted.  Peace at last.

POSTERS.

WORRY.

VIDEOS.

MAGGIE.

PRESIDENT’S BALL.

LAGER.

JULIAN.

TS 1.

ROGER.

DANCING.

HAMSTER.


WEDGIE, etc.

AUDREY.

ERASURE ON MY VCR.

THE CHINESE PLAY – A CHOPSTICK DRAMA.

 

So there.

 

PEOPLE

PISS OFF

 

Later:

 

‘A Question of Time’ – Depeche Mode



 

I tried ringing Natalia tonight.  Not in.

 

Today, I was visited by MAGGIE.  She gave me a letter.

 

It was in an envelope this time.  In it, she tells me she’s definitely leaving.  She jokes that I’ll find someone else to chat with at break-times and jokingly suggests Leighton.  She says she thought I was in a strange mood on Tuesday and asks if I’m OK.  She’s been spending most of her time at Verity’s or down the pub with Vinnie + Dom.  She says it wasn’t the best way to get over the flu.  She then asks me if I’ve spoken to Simon at all.  She says he’s been giving her ‘drop down dead’ looks.  She says she’s hoping to get a place with Verity in King’s Lynn next year – and if she does she wants me to hang out with her.  She asks me what I think of her biker’s jacket (which she’s christened ‘Clover the Dead Cow’) and she says Hamster is jealous of it.  She says she had an ‘awful’ weekend (‘everything went horribly wrong’).  She’s hoping to go drinking in Norwich tomorrow, at the Jacquard, but observes that whenever she goes to a place like that, some girl always decided she doesn’t like the look of her + has a go!  ‘Mind you,’ she says, ‘I can take care of myself!’  She asks me to write to her again and offers to give me her address next time I see her.  She then has her tea, but complains that Plaxtole House food leaves a lot to be desired – this meal tasting ‘like cat-sick’.  She says she does hate college, but that she’s going to miss everyone when she’s left, and she insists that I stay in touch.  Then, as she signs off, she tells me she’s listening to the tape I did her and tells me how great ‘America’ by Throwing Muses is.  She signs off with three kisses.

 

It was good of her to come in and find me to give me the letter.  I didn’t prompt her to.  I must mean something to her.  Likewise with the address business.

 

I am happy.

 





 

[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: ‘Wise Up!  Sucker…’