February the 6th 1994
In the present moment of 2026.
‘Fame’ the song is bellowing out of my tv.
Although I didn’t watch Fame in the ‘80’s’ .
I certainly wore the ‘drainpipes’ (tight blue jeans), pink leg warmers and an illuminated sweat band!
I’d watch TV in my bedroom ( directly above our shop)
Watching TV on this ‘big ballocking’ TV.
It was nearly as big as my dressing table.
With shiny, colourful stickers (I’d bought) placed all over the large wooden rim around the tele.
It must have taken three people to carry that mega bitch up to my bedroom!
I’d sit there on my pink cushioned chair .
With my bright, pink, fluffy, Tracey Ullman slippers on.
Glued to the drama ‘Family Ties.’
Starring Michael J Fox.
Another solitary crush!
With every poster out of magazines such as Smash Hits, No.1, Look In and Just 17.
Plastered all over my wall.
Back to the diary.
I’ve not just got a stinking hangover but a Brucey Bonus runny nose, sore throat and lots of sneezing.
I’m sure booze lowers my immune system.
Ex-Fest had sneaked in.
He might as well have had 10 Grams of speed the way he was firing questions at me!
I wanted to sneeze in his face .
Right there and then.
I told the little RUNT that I’d fallen out of love with him.
That was it.
I couldn’t be arsed to explain myself again and again!
I wanted to press record on my tape recorder and play my answers back to him on repeat!
Could I be sent to jail if I wrapped sticky tape around his head during the night?
To shut his ‘cake-hole up’?
What about super glueing his lips together?
