shall be safe.
Too busy to go and see Bert, I will go tomorrow.
Finished the expose on Barry Kent. It will rock the school to its foundations. I have mentioned Barry Kent’s sexual perversions—all about his disgusting practice of showing his thing for five pence a look.
Had a Christmas card from grandma, and a letter from the post office to say that they are cutting the phone off!
Forgot to call round and see Bert. Pandora and I were too busy putting the paper to bed. How I wish I was putting Pandora to bed.
Nigel has just gone off in a sulk. He objected to the editing I did on his article. I tried to point out to him that one thousand five hundred words on bicycle spokes was pure self-indulgence, but he wouldn’t listen. He has withdrawn his article. Thank God! Two pages less to fold.
Must go and see Bert tomorrow.
We have been hit by a wildcat strike! Mrs Claricoates, the school secretary, has refused to handle
Pandora’s father is photocopying
Five hundred copies of
Five hundred copies were locked in the games cupboard by the end of the afternoon. Not
We are dropping the price to twenty pence on Monday.
My mother phoned and wanted to speak to my father. I told her that he is on a fishing weekend with the Society of Redundant Electric Storage Heater Salesmen.
A postcard from the post office to say that unless my father phones the post office before five-thirty our phone will be disconnected.
A telegram! Addressed to me! The BBC? No, from my mother:
ADRIAN STOP COMING HOME STOP
What does she mean ‘Stop coming home’? How can I ‘stop coming home’? I live here.
The phone has been cut off! I am considering running away from home.
My mother has just turned up with no warning! She had all her suitcases with her. She has thrown herself on the mercy of my father. My father has just thrown himself on the body of my mother. I tactfully withdrew to my bedroom where I am now trying to work out how I feel about my mother’s return. On the whole I am over the moon, but I’m dreading her looking around our squalid house. She will go mad when she finds out that I have lent Pandora her fox-fur coat.
My mother and father were still in bed when I left for school.
Sold one copy of
My mother and father are in bed again and it’s only 9 PM!
The dog is very pleased my mother is back. It has been going about smiling all day.
I called the post office and pretended to be my father. I spoke in a very deep voice and told a lot of lies. I said that I, George Mole, had been in a lunatic asylum for three months and I needed the phone to ring up the Samaritans, etc. The woman sounded dead horrible, she said she was fed up with hearing lame excuses from irresponsible non-payers. She said thatthe phone would only be reconnected when PS289.19 had been paid, plus PS40 reconnection fee, plus a deposit of PS40!
Three hundred and sixty-nine pounds! When my parents get out of bed and discover the lack of dialling tone, I will be done for!
My father tried to phone up after a job today! He has gone berserk.
My mother cleaned my bedroom, she turned up my mattress and found the
I sat on the kitchen stool while they interrogated me and shouted abuse. My father wanted to give me a ‘to-within-an-inch-of-his-life thrashing’, but my mother stopped him. She said, ‘It would be more of a punishment to make the tight-fisted sod cough up some of his building-society savings’. So that is what I’m being forced to do.
Now I will never be an owner-occupier.
Drew out two hundred pounds from my building-society account. I don’t mind admitting that there were tears in my eyes. It will take another fourteen years before I can replace it.
I am suffering from severe depression. It is all Pandora’s father’s fault. He should have had a holiday in England.
Had a letter from grandma to ask why I hadn’t sent her a Christmas card yet.
I am still being treated like a criminal. My mother and father are not speaking to me, and I’m not allowed out. I might just as well turn to delinquency.
Stole a Kevin Keegan key ring from Mr Cherry’s shop. It will do for Nigel’s Christmas present.
I am dead worried about the key ring; we did Morals and Ethics at school today.
Can’t sleep for worrying about the key ring. The papers are full of stories about old ladies getting done for shoplifting. I tried to overpay Mr Cherry for my Mars bar, but he called me back and gave me my change.
