Monday 15 September 1986

Another day at college, another dinner from the chip shop.  Did I suffer from acne?  Well, surprisingly not.  This was great on a number of levels, not least the lack of sore red spots all over my face and neck, but then also because it was me one, Dad nil.  There are two pieces of advice that stick in my mind most from me old chap when I was growing up.  These were, don’t eat chips with everything – you’ll get spots and don’t be doing none of that head banging at discos.  I took the one to heart and did not do head banging at discos, but the one about chips was ignored with vigour.  Or was it vinegar?  An evening of homework and tv.

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