The Winterfood Diaries

The Winterfood Diaries

Sunday, 30 July 1989

Paul's Sad Tale

9.15pm

‘Do They Owe Us A Living?’ – Crass

Good evening, my friends.  It’s a-raining outside and the weather is far chillier than it has been so far this glorious summer.  It’s been so hot that I’m actually glad it’s cooler, to tell you the truth.

Later:

‘Ahead (live)’ – Wire

Paul rang us to find out when Jack’s going up to stay with him.  He told us a sad tale about his girlfriend’s neighbour…

She went to Spain on holiday and fell in love with a waiter.  They slept with each other, etc, and when it was time for her to fly home, he gave her a present which he told her she must not open until she had returned to England.  When she got back, she opened the box and it had a dead rat in it with a note saying: ‘Welcome to the rat race – now you too are HIV positive’.  She had herself checked out at the doctor’s and sure enough she is.  It’s so sick!


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Next time: ‘Nat-tastic News…’

Catching Up With You

My day began at the cinema, just after midnight.

Doody drove me, Mooney, Angela, Rod and the ace Matty to Peterborough Showcase Cinema.  This was my first visit to the flix in ages + it was astounding.  Apparently the Showcase is one of the largest + most modern cinemas in the country, housing 12 screens under one roof.  As Mooney + Angela went to see DIRTY ROTTEN SCOUNDRELS, the rest of us went to see INDIANA JONES AND THE LAST CRUSADE.  The screen was huge: it filled your entire vision + the stereo sound was genuinely and brilliantly stereo.
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The film was fantastic (if flawed by some bad continuity) and I’m pretty sure Sean Connery was taking his best ever role.  It was a brilliant film.

I got home at 3am, feeling well-satisfied.

Later:

7pm

‘Smash The Mac’ – Crass

So much to do, so little time.

I’ve had a good weekend.

Well, what can we talk about, then?

THE HOUSING SITUATION part one
My folks are moving out of BLACKBERRY NARROW and selling the two static caravans in the yard.  They want to move – with Chip and Jack – into a really large and nice house near the village church.  If they manage this dream, they’re going to let me stay in the bungalow until they choose to sell it.  I’m glad about all of this.  Glad for them and glad for me.  I hope it all happens fairly soon.

BUSINESS NEWS
Uncle Keith has now got his own garage business.  It’s called ‘KEITH PRITCHARD’ and it’s in Pontefract.

THE HOUSING SITUATION part two
Aunty Vi, Brian, Toyah + Kelly have left their flat in Pontefract and moved into a house that Brian built (not in Pontefract).

TV NEWS
Recent viewing has been:
The Hayley Mills play-wotsit Back Home, which I quite enjoyed…

Remembering Marilyn (a Monroe documentary), which was quite good…

Echoes In The Darkness, which was very good…

The Bill, which has been good…

Plan 9 From Outer Space, just because I really wanted to see it…


Beneath the Planet of the Apes, which was great…



My favourite TV series at the moment is Anything More Would Be Greedy – good stuff.

Oh, and Imogen Stubbs was on Wogan.  She really didn’t do all that much for me, to tell the truth.

MUSIC
The music I listen to most at the moment is stuff by CRASS and CONFLICT.

PHOTOS
I recently ordered some photos from Doctor Who stories The Daleks and The Chase, and they have arrived and are really good.  I want more.

WHAT I’VE BEEN READING Dept.
Well, DOCTOR WHO books mostly, including these:

REVENGE OF THE CYBERMEN by Terrance Dicks.


It was BORING.  So obviously taken from the original script with little embellishment.  The Doctor’s character reads totally incorrectly + not at all like the televised version.

THE NIGHTMARE FAIR by Graham Williams.
GOOD.  Nicely written, but often a bit shallow.  Not really my cup of tea.

THE CHASE by John Peel.
EXCELLENT.  So damned good.  Good continuity + well thought out.

(Next, I’ll be reading ATTACK OF THE CYBERMEN by Eric Saward, and THE WAR MACHINES by Ian Stuart Black)

I’ve also been reading:
The DOCTOR WHO – POWER OF THE DALEKS photonovel by David Whitaker
And…
SO LONG AND THANKS FOR ALL THE FISH by Douglas Adams.  I’ve no idea how many times I’ve read this one, but I still thoroughly enjoyed it.

I’d write more, but I’m tired.

Oh, okay.  Before I go, one more item…

ILLNESS
Betty’s ill, yet again, with the ‘women’s problems’ that used to ail her some years back.


[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 AIDS generation…’

Saturday, 29 July 1989

The Last of Miranda?

‘Losing My Mind’ – Liza Minnelli

Today, I met up with Mooney, Angela, Legs, Karra and Miles and we went to Peterborough, eventually meeting up with Rod.

I ended up buying the following…

From SHERATT + HUGHES, two Doctor Who novelisations:

From House On The Borderland:
Two Doctor Who Files magazines – Season Two, parts 1 + 2 by John Peel
A ring
A necklace thing

From OUR PRICE:
The CRASS LP, Best Before – which is dead good.


I went home for tea, and then back to The Angel at 9.30pm, where I was to meet the gang and then drive over to Peterborough to go to the cinema.  I met Rod there and we sat + drank beer, talking about girls – notably Angel regular, Jina.

At about 11pm, I went into the Lounge + saw Miranda sitting with her mates.  Apparently they’d just been had a go at by some anarchist about something or other.  I was so happy to Miranda + she looked quite radiant.  I asked around to see if all the cars were full for the cinema trip, but in the end I just didn’t have the guts to ask her along, though I really wanted to.  She was pleasant + smiled a lot – mostly from embarrassment, I imagine.  It was a little uncomfortable with her mates there.  Never mind.  Pretty soon, I had to go.  I waved back at her when she waved at me from the pub window.

Don’t know when I’ll see her again.


[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: ‘Catching Up With You…’

Friday, 28 July 1989

In The Lattice House

‘Yes Sir, I Will’ – Crass

Now I suppose I shall have to explain my day to you.  Hmmm.  Where do I begin, then?  Let me see.  Erm…

Tonite, I ventured up to The Angel, where I sat with Mooney and Angela who told me that Alice was drumming up people + cars to go on a Friday nite exodus to King’s Lynn.  The end result was two carloads of cheeky chappies looking for a nite of fun with booze and liquid gold.  Doody’s car transported Doody, Angela, Mooney and Legs.  I ended up with Ash, Alice and Rod Oliver in the car of a guy called Clive (from Murrow).

In Lynn, we attempted to get into LA’s, but it wasn’t ‘alternative nite’ so we couldn’t.  We ended up at THE LATTICE HOUSE instead.

  

There, I bumped into Johnny Badcock’s sister, Brenda.  I really do like her.  I also chatted at length with Bella Murphy and a scruffy-looking Roger Watson and his new gurlie-goth mate who, as Legs put it, ‘wasn’t his old fat bird’.

On the CD jukebox, I played ‘Pretty Thing’ by Tin Machine – and it’s one of the best records ever.

Mostly though, the gang all just sat drinking and chatting, about tonnes of things.  I spent some time talking to Angela about Miranda.  Angela said it was a good thing I no longer wanted to go out with Miranda.  She even said I could do better, find someone nicer and ‘more socially adept’.  Though that challenged me, I still found Angela intriguing and was amazed when she revealed to me that she’s only 17 – I had her down for 21 or 22.  She also told me that she wants to inter-rail round Europe, but can’t find anyone who wants to go with her.  Only half-joking, I told her to check with me next summer and she said she would.

After the LATTICE HOUSE, we went to Castle Rising (yet again) and played a game of COMMANDOS in the dark (splitting off into pairs and attempting to capture each other).  It was brilliant, despite the fact that at one point, an attempt to evade pursuit saw me crawling across the top of a crumbling archway about 20ft above hard ground.  So scary.  My team won, though (I was paired with Rob).

Mind you, I think we ALL lost when the police turned up having received complaints about the noise.  Before they allowed us to drive off, they took our names and addresses and told us that if they found any criminal damage then we would be held responsible – WANKERS!


[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 last of Miranda…’

Thursday, 27 July 1989

Elm Street

My No.1: ‘Shaved Women’ by Crass

MOVIE NEWS
I have borrowed all three A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET films, which I have watched this week.  Sort of. 


They’re quite good too (in a law of diminishing returns kind of way).


[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: ‘At the Lattice House…’

Wednesday, 26 July 1989

Dead Sparrows

8.15pm.

‘Reality Asylum’ – Crass

I saw two dead ‘baby’ sparrows today.  Fallen from their nest-home in the roof of a huge shed at the Lorry Yard.  Fallen to the hard stone steps below, unable to survive, unable even to prevent their descent, untutored and featherless.  Flightless.  There they lay, still and dead.  Deformed by their impact.  As I inspected them more closely, my blood curdled at the sight of parasites that had so quickly penetrated the bodies of these unfortunate creatures.  Maggots crawled and twisted as they ate their way through the birds’ stomachs, tearing a disrespectful course through their innards.  It was a sight to despise, and to hopefully forget.

I think I would like to know more about DEAD KENNEDYS.



My mind is still at Miranda’s house; I seem to have left it there last Thursday.

Later:

SO WHY AM I SO HAPPY WITH LIFE?!

BECAUSE IT’S BEAUTIFUL + WE SHOULD ALL TREASURE IT.


[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: ‘Elm Street…’

Tuesday, 25 July 1989

Johnny D Pressed

‘Room for Life’ – Kate Bush

It’s all so strange in retrospect.  I’ll continue this tomorrow.

Later:

Oh yeah, Johnny rang.  I think we were both a bit depressed, but by the end of the call we’d cheered each other up no end.  It’s good to chat to friends.


[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: ‘Dead sparrows…’

Monday, 24 July 1989

World Upside Down

‘We Built This City’ – Starship

I genuinely feel, this time around, that Miranda does love me and wants to keep me in her life.  Maybe I’m just being poetic, but it does feel as if love has turned around and the world has gone upside down.


[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: ‘Johnny Depressed…’

Sunday, 23 July 1989

She Cried and She Cried and She Cried

11.36pm

‘Ahead’ – Wire

PERCEPTIONS, by which I mean the ways we always see or feel or understand and acknowledged the things that come into our lives, are funny things.  I am seeing things in a new light, thanks to events and happenings of recent days and it seems like a whole portion of my time here on this Earth is dissolving and re-assembling in mysterious patterns.  Shapes I’ve never seen before; never quite anticipated.  Colours I’ll never be able to entirely conceive, feelings I’ll never fully appreciate.  A plethora of unsung songs fill my head and fall into discord with new and alien sounds that drift through my mind, tampering with every level of my consciousness, fiddling with every thought, perplexing me in waking life and enrapturing me in my dreams.  Both Id and Ego are now extremely aware of something I can only call The Strange.

I have never seen her cry as she did to me in the car at about 3am this morning.  I have spent long hours with her and we have, together, skimmed the surface of something careless and dangerous.  Something hideous and terrible. 

At 2.15am this morning, we began a process of pulling out the truth from the dark places inside.  The unspoken has been spoken, yes, but now my fear is that the process might not be allowed to continue; may not be allowed the time to thrive and grow.  She is so much to me.  But I fear I may now be even more to her than I ever was in the past.  Or is that just my ego running wild again?

‘Over Theirs’ – Wire

She has changed and transformed.  Fortunately – I hope – so have I.  Things have never been this serious between us – and yet so unclear.  Why won’t she speak the words that show so obviously upon her face; in those dark, deep eyes, on those curved red lips, that pretty nose, those pale cheeks.

There is a terror in our midst.  And it has to be faced.

It’s hard to talk about it all right now.  Soon, I’ll speak of dates and details.  After tomorrow, it will be perhaps easier.  By the end of tomorrow we can rest assured that this phase will be over, for better or worse.  As she said: ‘Time, as they say, will tell…’

For once, I think I am hoping time will not tell the truth.

Later:

‘Them Heavy People’ – Kate Bush

So the day began in Barnes Bysea.  Just after midnight we were all stuffing our faces with fast food and watching a storm begin out to sea.  Some fantastic thunder and forked lightning.

Following this, we all drove out to Castle Rising (a kind of castle thing near King’s Lynn) which was both scary and stunning.  We had an enjoyable time, though.
Drawings

The storm came further inland, though, so we all decided to head back to Wisbech, as the thunder raged and huge, heavy, torrential raindrops battered the Earth.  The drive home got especially tense, when a massive lightning flash caused all the street and road lighting to go out.

After dropping off our companions, Miranda said to me, ‘Do you want to come in for coffee?’, and even though it was 2.30am, I said yes.

And we sat in the kitchen with most of the cats.  I say ‘most’, because humongous Ebenezer was notable by his absence.  I drank coffee, and we sat silently and stared.  When we finally found our tongues, we started by talking about nothing.  I forget what was said.  It was trivia, and as far as I could tell neither of us wanted to be focussing on nothing. 

Miranda and I got to the nitty-gritty when I finally asked her why she was so morose and sad.  She told me she felt she might be heading for a depression.  But she wouldn’t tell me how or why.  She just said time would tell. 

She asked me why we had kissed last night.  I explained that I had only intended to peck her on the cheek and that something had gone awry.  She then apologised for our sex on Thursday/Friday, saying she wishes it hadn’t happened.  She said it can’t have presented a very nice picture of her and put it down to the copious amounts of drink.  I empathised and agreed it was probably a bad move, but then we had drunk a great deal.  That said, I couldn’t deny that it had been enjoyable, wonderful in fact.  Neither could she, I’m pleased to say.  Neither of us could account for why it had happened.  She asked me if we could put it somewhere at the back of our minds and move on and I said sure.

As she drove me home, I attempted to explain my feelings for her.  At the time, the explanation seemed clear and well-defined, but I’m not sure now.  I described my desire for her, my lust; explained that I DO have an incredible urge to be with her, to ‘go out’ with her, but know that it would be a mistake.  I told her that I need her in my life + want us to be terribly close friends for a long, long time.  Because that’s all we can ever really be.

As we pulled up outside Blackberry Narrow, she burst into tears.  I’d never seen her cry like this before and it really pained me, bringing tears to my own eyes.  She was very upset.  But why?

‘I’ve had so much emotional hassle lately,’ she said.  ‘I don’t think I could live with anymore…’

But then she asked me to tell her more about my feelings.  I explained my obsession with her over the last four years; the way I hold the idea of her close to my heart, in such high regard.  I told her I don’t want to keep on losing her.

At this, she began to cry even more.

I could have snapped at that, taken her in my arms and held her; kissed her, longingly + lovingly.  But I held fast to my resolve; my sanity and sensibility.  I squeezed her hand and told her we must stay in touch, go places together, do things – not walk out of each other’s lives for ever.  I told her that if she got a new boyfriend, she must introduce me, we could be friends.  I don’t want her to ever forsake my friendship.

‘I don’t think I want a boyfriend for a long time,’ she said.  ‘Recent days have taught me one thing: I mustn’t just latch onto boys; I need to be independent.  Ever since I met you, I’ve been going out with someone constantly.  I’ve got to learn to be myself again; a singular person, not a duo.  It’s all too much hassle…’

She cried and she cried and she cried.

Once inside, I went over the situation in my mind.  The irony of it all is terrifying.  I feel quite certain that Miranda thinks she might be pregnant.  And if she thinks this because of what we did the other night/morning, then I think we’re both lost.  The thought that Ritcherd Winterfood might impregnate Beatrice Miranda Wasp is both beautiful and terrifying.


[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: ‘World upside down…’