Monday 25 January 1988

Only 11 months until Christmas, I could have written and not been wrong.  But I didn’t.  My obsession with the Yuletide Season had passed now for another year, just.  No, it was back to it, shoulders to the grind stone.  College was OK – wow, good news.  Maths was ‘boring’ and Physics was ‘a waste of time’ because we were going through a particular aspect of the recent mock – optical instruments.  I was back on form with this nugget though, ‘I am quite worried about failling (sic), but if I revise I should be OK, all I am missing is some vital knowledge.’  Yeah, and the requirement to actually do some bloody work.

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