The Winterfood Diaries

The Winterfood Diaries

Wednesday, 31 May 1989

Teaming Up With Daniel


2pm


‘Song To The Siren’ – This Mortal Coil



 

Well, Marco Polo, the Doctor Who novel by John Lucarotti was SKILL ‘N’ BRILL ‘N’ FUCKING ACE!


 

I’ve been dreaming again.  Last nite.  I was going on tour, following a band across Europe and I set out from Peterborough to Charing Cross Station with Flash + Jonny.  I found out when I’d bought my train tickets (+ a hamburger) that I only had a pound left for the next few months!  AAARGH!  And I desperately had to buy some stamps as well so I could write letters to all my friends to tell them where I was going.  CRAP, EH?

 

(I’ve got to write some letters, catch up on a few outstanding things in my life and get this year’s Progress folder in some kind of shape for June 27th’s examination.  WUURGH!)

 

I had this other dream last nite, too:

I was in a car park in my brand new Chevy (!), which was really ace, talking to Jim and Lindsey out of the car window.  But then, as a load of security men were after me, I had to get out (of the car park).  So Jim + Lindsey got onto a motorcycle + drove alongside me to LA’s nite club for Jim’s next disco.  It had been snowing and I wasn’t too confident of my driving, especially as I was constantly talking to Jim + Lindsey as they rode alongside me.  I was telling them how the car would cost millions to repair if it got damaged, then some silly cow on a bike drove straight into me on the Old Market Place, making me crash outside Mrs Gillick’s house.  In the fuss, out came someone from the house – and it was GEORGE (Betty’s ex-husband) and he told me he was having the house turned into a pub.  EVEN CRAPPER, EH?

 


 

Later:

 

LATE, 11.50pm-ish

 

‘Hot Doggie’ – Colourbox



 

God.  Work tomorrow.  Two days in a row.  Oh, I can hack it, I guess.  The money means I can get pissed and eat loads with the lads on Friday night.  Pop ‘round to Chicken George’s and actually be able to afford chicken & chips.  Ambition, that is.

 

HEY, HAS PRIVATE EYE ACTUALLY FOLDED?

Well, well, well…

 

Later:

 

‘WXJL Tonight’ – The Human League



 

Anyway, as for this evening, DALLAS was good.

 

And now half of my bastard back tooth has fallen out, so I desperately need a dentist.  GOD!

 

I want to write to EMMA.

 

When do I get the bastard time?

 

Later:

 

‘Storms In Africa’ – Enya



 

Daniel Abbott rang me up today and he and I are to team up on a project together – organising the end of year Drama Department Awards, Luncheon and Disco.  At the moment, the programme of events looks something like this:

 

FOOD

STUPID AWARDS

PERFORMANCE BY ‘THEY SAY’ (the band who did the ROCKY HORROR music)

REAL AWARDS

DISCO

 

And at the moment, we’re toying with the idea that everyone who attends must come as a character from any of the productions the department has staged this academic year.

 

WHAT RITCHERD IS UP TO IN 1988




 

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Next time: ‘Tidying Up…’

Tuesday, 30 May 1989

A Dream of Mr Dairv


Filofax Rendering

WRITE UP ALL OUTSTANDING COURSE WORK

 

Later:

 

HAR-HAR, I DID!  MUCH!

 

Later:


It’s late and I’m in bed.


‘Caislean Oir’ – Clannad



 

I haven’t the time to tell you about my life, I’m so tired.

 

BUT LAST NITE’S DREAMS…

 

In the middle of the nite, I missed my College bus, but eventually caught a luxury double-decker coach in the chucking down rain.  In Tech, we all went to Computers and our teacher got stroppy with us saying we were all constantly taking the piss.  Then, throughout the lesson, we all got on his nerves by addressing him as MR DAIRV.

 

Later, outside the Common Room (in daylight), Larry Goodgirl gave the Drama Department a talk about the huge success of ROCKY HORROR, saying that this was the first time in history that one tutor’s entire department had passed their courses with a full 100% per individual.

 

Then, we all rushed off to get ready for the Leaving Disco at LA’s and we were all hurrying around Tech, getting ready.  I said a brief ‘hello’ to Jessica York and in LA’s I got talking to Jim and Lindsey (who I used to know in Norwich; friends of Kat and Naomi).

 

Oh aye, THE HITCHHIKER’S GUIDE TO THE GALAXY was on TV tonite.




 

GOODNIGHT.

 





 

[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: ‘Teaming up with Daniel…’

Monday, 29 May 1989

Data Coils


Bank Holiday Monday


Filofax Rendering


GET JONNY A CARD + POST IT!  URGENT!

WRITE UP ALL OUTSTANDING COURSE WORK

CONTACT SPOCK ABOUT BARBECUE


Later:

 

2.30pm-ish.

 


Hello again.  Back to the plot, eh, folks?

 

Later:

IT IS NOW 7.15pm


‘The Mountain Song’ – Jane’s Addiction



 

Y’know what bugs me?

 

In DATA COILS, the ‘pen pal’ feature in DOCTOR WHO MAGAZINE, there’s this kid who lives in Leverington, down the bloody road from me!  SHOX!  SHOX!  So I looked his number up in the phone book. Rang it, and it’s bastard dead.  HOWCUM?!  EH?!  EH?!

 

NACKERS!

 

I bet he’s about two years old anyway.  I just get this urge, though.  That’s all.  I want a mate to share my DOCTOR WHO moments with.  OHFUCKOFF.

 

DREAMS:

Last nite, I dreamt this…

 

I was walking through a seaside town, alone.  Then I met up with Kat + she asked me to do her hair for ROCKY HORROR, so I did.  Willock then came over + said she looked gorgeous and thanked me for it (HAR-HAR!), and they walked offtogether.

 

I walked along the beach and Willock caught up with me + we chatted for ages.  From the air, emanated Holly Johnson’s voice, singing ‘MURDER IN PARADISE’ and then Holly actually ran up to us and started talking about music with Willock.  Holly was wearing a blue, shiny suit and they strolled off to the lapping water’s edge together.  I went in the opposite direction, until I came across Sid Tweedy, Stage Manager at KLCA, walking along, giving a talk to a couple of Marine Biologists about life forms on this stretch of beach.  He spoke of the huge pebbles embedded in the sand, which weren’t actually pebbles, but were, in fact, huge eggs containing ferocious creatures, such as Land-Sharks and other mutations.

 

I separated myself from the little group, not willing to be eaten alive in the fast approaching time of ‘the great hatching’.  Then I turned and saw the distant figures of Willock + Holly talking – about me, I presumed – and ran off, realising that I didn’t want anything at all to do with Willock.

 

My second dream was me walking through Wisbech Sunday Market, which was now a series of sheds.  I was talking to someone, beckoning them to follow me as I looked in all the sheds.  All were full of junk, except one.  ‘There,’ I yelled.  ‘We can do it here!’  I turned + Jolene was there and she + I were to make love.  ‘What’s in the next shed?’ she asked.  I opened it and it was full of junk.  At the front of which was an old ironing board.  ‘Full of junk,’ I said.  ‘Let’s make love in the empty one.’  ‘No,’ she said, ‘let’s do it on the ironing board…’

 





 

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Next time: ‘A Dream of Mr Dairv…’

Sunday, 28 May 1989

Big Dream Entry


10.20pm, or thereabouts.

 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JONNY BADCOCK!

 

‘Moonchild (Longevity)’ – Fields of the Nephilim



 

First time I’ve listened to this in ages.  It strikes me that Carl McCoy must be potty.  Damn good record, though.

 

My muscles ache and my body’s buggered.

 

What a week!

 

I’m growing my nails again.

 

Quote: ‘BOLLECKS, Y’BASTERD’ – Ash

 

‘Blue Monkey Creates Another Stalin’
Brendan McCarthy, Crisis, 1989

 

I completed John Lucarotti’s DOCTOR WHO novel, THE MASSACRE, today.


It was fantastically brilliant.  These recent historical novelisations seem to have so much more depth than the sci-fi ones, and Lucarotti seems to know what he’s on about, so I’ve just started another of his WHO novels, MARCO POLO.


It’s VERY promising.

 

I’m fucked.

 

GOODNIGHT!

 

Later:

 

‘One Small Day’ – Ultravox



 

DREAMS:

 

Last nite, I dreamed I went shopping in a Canadian supermarket with Flash and we bought various foodstuffs for a party.

 

Well, we had the party on an Inter-City train, with some friends and the College Principal.  Once the train stopped, we all got off, but then Flash + I realised we’d left some food behind and my leather jacket, so we rushed back on to get them.  The Principal followed, to stop us, but the train set off and we couldn’t get off until it arrived at London King’s Cross.  When it did, we got off + had to buy tickets back to Pontefract.  Flash + the Principal got theirs, then I went for mine.

‘How much?’

‘That’ll be £19.11, please.’

So, I handed the woman a fiver, saying, ‘There’s twenty quid.’

‘Thank you, love.’

I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed it was a fiver, and I was doubly shocked when she gave me a £20 note, saying, ‘There’s a fiver change, love.’

 

With some time to kill, we all went to a sweet shop where there was a massive queue.  I decided I would spend all my money on a massive feats of sweets + comics.  But looking, I realised it was no longer a £20 note, it was in fact a 20 peseta note – therefore, not legal tender in this country.

 

Suddenly, one of the kids who put up the scaffolding in The Walks for MACBETH came up to me and said, ‘There – I’ll get you some spice!’ and he proceeded to stash loads of food + drinks + comics in the pockets, bags + hands of the customers.  Then the police arrived and arrested us all, as this kid walked off, grinning.

 

Later:

 

‘Pink Sunshine’ – Fuzzbox



 

I also dreamt THIS at Ash’s last nite:


…Some nutter asking me if I knew Mick Fleetwood + why was he always pissing on people’s drum kits?

 

Then I had another dream, which was, honestly, absolutely terrifying.  I was trapped in a building with loads of friends after an alien invasion.  The aliens had backed us all into a small room + were requesting, over a Tannoy, that we surrender.  Which is when we all realised who they were: DALEKS! 


This scared me totally shitless.  And as one Dalek burst in, indiscriminately opening fire, we all attacked it, smashing in its dome with bits of wood, so it retreated.  Similar variations on this scenario occurred about four times until the Daleks declared they were bored of it all and were going to resort to special tactics.  We all ran through a rear exit, into a huge, concreted yard, terrified.  As we ran, I turned to see an armed Imperial Stormtrooper, and my legs felt unable to carry me. 


By my side, Jonny Badcock fell dead as he was shot down and Darren Marsh yelled that he would cover me as the trooper shot again.  But Darren was killed and then, I too was shot and blackness enveloped me.

 

The next dream was odd, too.  I was in a car, driving along country lanes + then I noticed that, all over, scarecrows in fields were, bizarrely, coming to life.  Luckily, it was all part of a new movie being made + I went to the pub with the film crew.  But that was SO scary; seeing those scarecrows, you know?

 





 

[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: ‘Data Coils…’

Saturday, 27 May 1989

The Future?


To find out what Ritcherd did today, see forthcoming entries!

 

Later:

 

‘Touched By The Hand of God (Dub Mix)’ – New Order



 

DREAMS:

 

I dreamt I asked Justine out again + we were happy!

 

EH?  HOW?  NO WAY, COCKER!

 

Later:

 

‘Dreams of Leaving’ – The Human League



 

Today, at about 6am, we arose in our Norwich car park and then wandered around waiting for cafés to open, etc.  Sue, Chris + Carl took us into WIMPY so they could eat VEGE BEAN-BURGERS.  Legs ate loads of nosh, too.  Ash ‘n’ I refused to eat just in case Wimpy were up to the same ‘no good’ as McDonalds.

 

A funny thing happened, actually.  We saw a film crew, shooting in the street + a woman (the director) came up to us and explained that she was a sculptor who made sculptures out of all sorts of junk + wanted to incorporate a video into the structure.  She asked us if we’d allow ourselves to be filmed walking down the street.  We allowed it.

 

Later, we parted with the Scunthorpe gang.  They took photos of us and Legs took Sue’s address.

 

The rest of the day was spent in cafés and walking around shops.  I bought two Doctor Who novels for 50p each.  That’s good, that is.  We went in all the mystic/ethnic shops (I was looking at Crowley stuff and Celtic stuff).  Oh, I also bought CRISIS


…and a set of beads that keep bastard snapping.  Ne’er mind. 

 

In one flea market, I espied a nice-looking mini-gothette in a tail coat, wearing see-through black satin trousers with fishnets underneath.  She took my eye, I must admit.

 

This evening, we returned to Wisbech and The Angel, where we all chatted + talked mainly with Minty + Jo.  At one point, I saw Spock walk by, so I rushed out to him.  He was with a huge gang of his eccentric friends + he said he had an envelope with him in which was a written message that had been sealed in there 9 years ago by an old friend of his.  The contents of the message were an alleged prediction of future events (the future, as far as things were concerned on May 27th, 1980).

 

So I joined them for the opening, and it spake something thus:

 

‘There will be great earthquakes and unbelievably violent riots that will change our perceptions as time progresses and this will eventually alter the way in which we live…’

 

Hm.  No comment.

 

Anyway, the whole (non) ‘event’ gave Spock + I the chance to catch up on things + partly arrange a date for a barbecue within the near-future, hopefully to celebrate my up and coming 19th birthday.

 

Minty’s leaving college soon + going to Preston, she announced tonight.  She’s also told us she’ll miss us all.  I asked why she’d miss us.  She told me that we all had character.  That was nice, I thought.

 





 

[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: ‘Big dream entry…’