The tattered diary

I may have taken dedication to my job too far. And, in another lack of judgment, I may have taken dedication to my blog too far.

I found my old diary, you see. It begins in 1994, aged 11. It’s cringeworthy, to the extreme.

But it’s also a gold mine of content. References to subjects at school, friendships, tiffs with boys, favourite games, crushes, favourite films, favourite clothes… It’s an insight into my actual mind of 18 years ago.

I couldn’t sit on it. Continue reading »