Sunday 31^st I’ve got so much to write about today and I didn’t take this diary to Emma’s so I’ll start from there.

Dad dropped me off at Emma’s at about 7:00pm last night. I went in and Emma’s mum was running round the house trying to find a pair of shoes to go with her dress. She found some and she and Emma’s dad went to the dance or whatever in Wigan.

Emma and I had bought a great amount of chocolate and sweets and had hired a video called ‘Malice’. Helena (Emma’s little sister) had gone out for a pizza with a friend so we put the video on and ate tonnes of stuff.

I’d told Emma that I’d got Adam’s phone number and she gave me the phone. We switched off the video coz it was really boring and she handed me the phone. I just couldn’t dial it. Emma was saying, “Don’t think about it, just do it!” but I’d already thought about it too much!

In the end, I gave her the phone and the number and she dialled for me. I got the phone back off her and it was still ringing. I wanted to hang up but I was too curious. I had to know what he sounded like. My heart was racing, I was shaking and I couldn’t stop smiling!

Eventually someone answered. It was a woman, probably his mum. She sounded ok. She said, “Hello” and their number very fast and I said, “Hi. Is er… Adam there, please?” I heard her shout his name once and he came on. He said “Hi” and I said, “Hi, it’s Tess”. He sounded quite pleased about it. I had no idea what to say and I admitted that to him. Everything that I’d planned to talk about, my mind had blanked out! [It still likes to do that in situations such as interviews.]

We started talking about Alton Towers and stuff and I thought he sounded really nice but different to how I’d expected. [Not like a 40 year old murderer, then.] He said a lot more than I thought he would too.

It wasn’t long before I realised Emma was listening in on the other phone! I wouldn’t have admitted it to her but she actually made it a bit easier for me to talk to him coz I could tease her. She started telling him how long it took me to get the courage to phone him and he didn’t seem to mind.

We got onto looks again and he still says he’s 5’10’’ and has dark brown hair and that he is hunky! I hope so!

We then got onto the subject of TV somehow and I realised Match of the Day was on which got us onto football and Emma (who doesn’t understand the game but pretends she does) told him how I was a great fan of Man Utd and that I was obsessed with football.

He just said, “Oh dear” so I asked him who he supported and he told me… wait for this… Spurs! Of all the people to support! Urgh! So, I started yelling 2-0 down the phone which made him laugh. [I’d have hung up then.]

The call went on for ages until we finally hung up. We’d been on the phone for about an hour so Emma realised that the call would show up on the bill. [Damn those itemised bills!] She doesn’t know anyone in Stoke-on-Trent so  we came up with this excuse:

Hayley (we chose her coz Emma’s parents don’t really know her) went to Stoke-on-Trent to visit some of her family for a holiday. [And that’s where we’d have been busted. Nobody goes on holiday to Stoke.] She phoned Emma from a phone box but realised she only had 10p so Emma phoned the box back. Hopefully Emma won’t be asked about it!

We started watching some film called ‘Death of a Cheerleader’ and Helena came home. She went to bed straight away. We went to watch TV upstairs. We messed about for ages. Emma was in her bed and I was on blankets, a beanbag, pillows and a sleeping bag on the floor. It was quite comfy actually. I think I got to sleep at about 4:00am. Her mum and dad came home before then.

I woke up at about 10:00am and threw a stuffed toy at Emma to wake her up. We got dressed and went downstairs. I’d been on a high all night after that phone call to Adam and then finding out MUFC beat Coventry 3-0 and it was a 0-0 draw between Arsenal and Spurs!

We went down after watching TV for a bit. There wasn’t much on. I was flicking through the channels and there were cartoons on and something about Princess Diana so I switched it off and we went downstairs.

Emma’s mum was standing in the living room doing ironing with the Diana thing on TV. She said to us, “Have you seen this?” and pointed to the TV. “Princess Diana’s been killed in Paris.” I looked at Emma and we both smiled at first coz we though she must have been joking but, unfortunately, she wasn’t.

It’s been on every channel all day. It’s awful! I can’t believe it. The whole world is in shock, especially Britain. Poor William and Harry!

The story is that at 12:30am, the Princess, Dodi Al Fayed, the driver and the bodyguard were being chased by motorcycling paperatzi [I know.] in Paris at speeds of over 100 mph and the Mercedes crashed in a tunnel and ‘concertinaed’. Dodi and the driver were killed instantly and Diana was rushed to hospital but died at about 3:00am. The bodyguard is still alive, I think, but very seriously injured.

7 paperatzi men were arrested and none of them helped. They all carried on taking pics of the car with the passengers inside.

It’s terrible! No-one can believe it.

We picked Mum up from the station this evening and she seemed happy enough. She and Auntie G heard, well, saw it one someone else’s newspaper on the tube this morning. They can’t quite believe it either.

Everybody’s talking about it about it. I went online for half an hour and Adam asked me what I thought.

We also started talking about last night and he says he thinks I’m “kinda cool”. [Poor, misguided boy.] I told him I liked him too.

BYE!

[That was the last entry in this notebook. There were no stalker notes at the back this time. Times had changed. I now kept a list of ‘Internet Buddies’…]

INTERNET BUDDIES

BarmyBazza – Barry – Epsom
Jam1011 – Jamie – Swindon
MBraun63 – Mark – Chester
Chesapeak – Jake – Virginia
Pete18 – Pete – Carlisle
JFrere24 – Ben
Smelicat14 – Freda
GA348860 – Chris – Derby
BMX – Tom
Montague – Luke
Lemski10 – Roland
Caj – Chris – Kirton
Thistle – Finlay
Bainster
S888888 – Dan – London
ARC33 – Adam – Stoke-on-Trent

[Crossing people off my internet buddy list was the 90s equivalent of unfollowing/unfriending.]