October the 21st 1993

What a hangover!
Naughty me and I just never learn .

I’m trying to figure out what Northamptonshire lad’s name is?
Norman Northamptonshire?
Noddy?
Noddy Holder?
Wouldn’t bloody surprise me up in the bloody Acca!
Who’ve you copped off with in the Acca?
Noddy Holder?
Singer of Slade!
“My oh my” and why?
‘Cos I love you’
It’s all grab a grandad’s up there in the
antique Acca.
It wasn’t Noddy .
Northamptonshire Boyo was in his 20’s.

You can tell I’m still fresh
Yates music is still echoing around my head and I can see Medallion Man’s bulge in my ‘hangover/anxiety’ state of mind.
I want to get it out!
Out of my head that is!

I’ve still got my make up on!
I’m resembling a drag Queen on a bad day.

I often wonder what happened to Northamptonshire lad.
I’d dumped him in our local park.
Hundreds of miles away from his base.

Decades later is he still wandering around that park?
Had he made his home in them caves down the woods?
Burning twigs to make a fire.
To make his next meal!
He’d be known as Captain Caveman?
I’ll never know what happened to him.
Unless he pops up in another diary entry!

Managed to prize myself from the bed and rush to work.
Everyone knew it was ‘Happy hangover’ time for me.

Can’t resist planning for my 22nd Birthday!
It’ll be on November the 27th the party
and Debs has already invited herself!