Monday 6th January 1986

Oh Unhappy Day.  No death, no pestilence, just back to school (or “Skool” as I referred to it). Apparently, it was “boring for the most part”, perhaps the only enlivening aspect was the departure of me mate from our top maths set. I was a little miffed about this you know, because he used to lift liquid paper from a well known local stationery suppliers and in turn, I used to lift it from him and pass it on to a fourth party. Quite what either of us were doing, perhaps only other teenagers will know.

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