Maybe they’ll make her look a bit different – 1st November 1997

Saturday 1st I’m back home now. I think another day of walking round shops could have been even more boring so I’m not too bothered.

We walked round Camden Market all morning and some of the afternoon. It was good coz it was all unusual little crafty stalls and a bit different but after an hour I got fed up and felt sick after the huge chocolate doughnut I’d eaten.

We did buy a few things. Mum got a handmade paper book and a cool mobile with little people on it all made out of banana leaves which the man said came from Tanzania.

November 1997 - Mobile

[We’re a family of hoarders.]

Abby and I both got a necklace done with a pendant containing a grain of rice with our names written on. The woman did it when we were there with a very fine pen and a really steady hand.

October 1997 - Rice

I also go Emma a pair of frog earrings. I hope she likes them. Maybe they’ll make her look a bit different to me considering the clothes she wears are getting a bit too similar to mine for my liking.

We ended up getting an earlier train home and got seats together which was better.

I tried to phone Emma this evening to see if I’d missed anything but I couldn’t coz she’d gone to sleep at Zoe’s or summit.


P.S. Man Utd 6 – Southampton 1   YES!

A pessimist is a well-informed optimist

Greetings from 2015!

I’m having a change of scene from my teenage diary today. I only do this on special occasions e.g. when I unearth a piece of spectacularly bad poetry. This time, I have uncovered solid evidence that I always have been (and probably always will be) a massive pessimist.

I have found my ‘Fire Escape Routes’ diagram.


After digging out my Man Utd shirt from 1997 the other week, I decided it was probably time to thin out my hoard. At the back of a drawer, I found a box of crap. Crap to the level that it included a lump of candle wax I had moulded into a ball about 24 years ago. There were a couple of gems in there though, one of which was ‘The Worst-Case Scenario Survival Handbook’.


It’s full of handy hints and tips like how to deal with a charging bull, escape from a sinking car, and perform a tracheostomy; all situations I have genuinely worried about encountering. Mum knew this and bought me the book as a birthday present in my early 20s. I was pleased to find it and her little note in the front.


The A4 sheet detailing ‘Fire Escape Routes’ fell out of one of the pages. I did it when I was 10 or 11 following a visit to school from Cheshire Fire & Rescue and the doom-laden Welephant. It didn’t take much to make me worry so when Welephant told me I should make a Fire Escape Plan, I blooming well went home and made a Fire Escape Plan. In ridiculous detail. Down to the pillows on the beds and the taps on the sinks.


Don’t understand it? FEAR NOT! I wrote a key on the back.


This pessimist liked to make sure everyone in her optimistic family was well-informed so the plan was pinned up by the fridge for all to see for years. Thankfully, it’s not yet been put into action but I’m going to stick it back on the wall JUST IN CASE.

Should I be worried about how much I worry or do other people do things like this?!

On that note, I’m off the test the smoke alarm batteries.


There’s a field full of elephants – 27th September 1997

Saturday 27th There’s a field full of elephants up the road! No joke. [This happened. I wasn’t delirious from whatever bug I’d had in the week.] It makes a change from cows anyway! There’s a circus on actually with animals and they’re keeping 3 elephants outside. I’m not going coz I don’t like the circus. I hate clowns and it’s cruel to the animals.

Dad took Abby and I into Bolton today. He wanted to get a Bolton Wanderers top from a Reebok shop. On the way, he took us past the new Reebok Stadium. It’s brilliant! I hate to say it but, from the outside, it’s actually (just slightly) more impressive than Old Trafford.

Dad didn’t actually buy any Reebok gear but he got a catalogue so he can order stuff from home which is easier coz he’s not sure what he wants yet. He spent £80 on me and Abby though and wouldn’t let me pay half for me. He bought us both a Manchester Utd white away shirt. They’re brill! He must have been feeling generous! It looks a bit like this:-

September 1997 - MUFC shirt then

[It looked exactly like that. I know because I found it stuffed in the back of a drawer 18 years on…]

September 1997 - MUFC shirt now.JPG

All my friends have gone to the cinema this evening. They went to see The Full Monty which is meant to be really funny but my mum wouldn’t let me go coz she says it’s about male strippers. Emma said Cat wasn’t allowed either. I don’t mind but I would’ve liked to have gone too.