Wednesday 31 December 1986

Well, what goes around comes around. Today being the last day of the year I kept up my tradition (“you sad bastard,” I hear you cry) and watched Wogan – the last programme of ’86, not ’85.  I was dead chuffed that I had managed to keep my diary up for a whole 12 months.  It was quite a year for me – a death in the family, exams, starting a new phase of my education, a football world cup and so on.  What would 1987 hold?

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