Month: January 1985

*Over The Top And Six Foot Under – 21st January 1985

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Wild child, well out of order
People couldn’t afford her
Over the top, loaded to the hilt
She destroyed everything you built
Built you up, pushed you down
No one pushed her around
Wild child met her maker
Paid a visit to the undertaker

The Week That Was

Record of the week: Wasted Youth – Gone Midnight, Flux of Pink Indians – The Fucking Cunts Treat Us Like Pricks

21st January 1985
M: Took me ages to get to work. Chain kept coming off. Rung 3 Cross, get a service on Wednesday. Morning passed pretty quickly.
A: Afternoon passed pretty quickly too. Went long way home. Should be going to Ferndown with Dandy and Vicky. Hope Dandy gets the message.
E: Went to Ferndown. Bought some fags but left them at the Sports Centre. Saw Eric Coombes who is doing ok after his accident on Friday.
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22nd January 1985
M: Couldn’t go in on bike so mum had to take me in. Got very pissed off after only a while. Feel like crying.
A: Afternoon got a little better but not much. It’s been a bad day all round.
E: Even the evening. Went to Shirl’s, talked with Dandy, Beki and Shirl. I don’t think Dandy wants to get the message.
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23rd January 1985
M: Got bus to Wimborne. Got bus to Poole. Went to college. Wasn’t too bad. Went to Sloop at lunchtime and beat some bloke at pool.
A: Mr Andrews – our YTS bloke – was in college so me and Ian gave him shit. Saw Wayne on bus back – had a laugh.
E: Went down Youth Club. Played free pool all night. Fell asleep.
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24th January 1985
M: Didn’t get up til 8. Feeling really tired. Had a laugh unloading fibreglass over in the yard. Martin (?) went to hospital about his arm.
A: Didn’t do much this afternoon – I want to move around departments. Janeen’s back and on a fucking full wage.
E: Went to Matt’s because I thought Dandy would be there. Had a laugh on his synth.
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25th January 1985
M: Feeling pretty good today. Ian’s got an interview in Southampton. Doing lots of work. Bought a donkey jacket.
A: Didn’t do much again this afternoon – we’re just too good. Went for job interview at J.T. Lowe’s. Came home.
E: Went to Y.C. Fixed the pool table so we could get it free. Eraserhead tonight.
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26th January 1985
M: Went to town. Got bus to Poole. Went to snooker club with Scott and Bennett. Scott’s friend Richard came along. Played a bit of snooker.
A: Went back to Richard’s in the back of his van and he’s a mental driver. Took a trials bike to the heath. I went on the back which was fucking excellent. Walked back to Wimborne.
E: Toni took me down Bournemouth. Gig was shit. Left with Paul and others. Went to nightclub where Bernice was. Got lift back.
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27th January 1985
M: Got up at 10. Couldn’t piss around at Matt’s cos it’s Sunday. Came back, got bored. Rung Dandy who said she didn’t want to go see Frankie.
A: Cancelled tickets for Frankie. Pissed around on drums. Took dog. Stayed in and got cheesed off. Thinking about last night. Punk sucks.
E: Had a bath.
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*Mirages – 14th January 1985

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Dream? Or was it?
It climbed into the closet
Shooting unearthly discharges
The nightmare enlarges
Open up the door
It’s there for sure
But something is wrong
The creature has gone
A mirage or a dream
Things aren’t what they seem
The whiskey, somehow
Is empty now

The Week That Was

Record of the week: Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds – Who’ll Build a Box for Black Paul?, Wasted Youth – Paris, France, Inca Babies – The Judge

14th January 1985
M: Got shit from Dave Gilby for not going to college. Feeling really tired. Did the usual things.
A: Piwi won’t be at work tomorrow so fuck knows what’s going to happen with just me and Martin there.
E: Went to Muz’s who’s being a shit again. Went to H’s. Dandy is one of my erogenous zones.
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15th January 1985
M: Gilby reckons he’ll dock a day’s pay for not going to college. Having trouble with fucking hundreds of shortages.
A: Not much to do this afternoon. Wrote a good poem called ‘The Day The Apples Turned to Poison.’ Haven’t quite stopped smoking.
E: Had a bath. Missed the Old Grey Whistle Test. Pretty tired, 9.00.
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16th January 1985
M: Got school bus. Had a laugh on there. Got bus to Poole. Got to plumbing an hour late. Pretty boring.
A: Had English (?!). Finished at 12.35. Had carpentry at 1.30. Managed to get out in time for the bus. Wayne wasn’t on. Caught bus from school. Dandy reckoned I could go swimming one day.
E: Pissed around singing. Went down Youth Club. Lost darts. Fuckin’ lost pool – played shit. Came back
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17th January 1985
M: Fucked off with everything this morning. Dunno why. Seems like everyone’s getting on at me.
A: Things getting better this afternoon. Wrote some more poems at lunchtime. Fuckin’ cold on way home.
E: Gonna have bath. Had one. Night Court was on.
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18th January 1985
M: Woke up 6.30. Snowing like fuck. Rung up work – said I wasn’t going. Went down Gaunts – came back when everyone got in a mood.
A: Went to Wimborne with mum. Pretty dangerous on the road. Got loads of sweets in town and some underarm spray.
E: Went out. Doddy and Scott came down my place. Did some pretty funny taping. Night Court was great.
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19th January 1985
M:Got up 10. Went down Gaunts. Went down Sandpits with everyone. Fuckin’ good laugh going along the snow.
A: Came back at 1.30. Chain came off and got stuck. Pushed it back. Didn’t get in til 3. Had lots of food. Nearly fell asleep. Really tired.
E: Went to see The Void. Not very good. Ian got sick and cut his hand. Need a new chain for bike.
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20th January 1985
M: Missed the morning. Got up at 12.
A: Had dinner. Went out. Went down Sandpit Hill. Fuckin’s till good down there. Met Dandy on the way. Managed to get a kiss from her.
E: Could hardly fuckin’ sleep. Couldn’t sleep thinking of Dandy. What can we do?
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Train – 13th January 1985

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Chug along the tracks
All day long
Seeing everything
That’s going on
Never complains
Never complains
It makes sense
To ride the trains
Sit in the comfort
Of first class
Count all the bridges
That you pass
Don’t take planes
Don’t take planes
It makes sense
To ride the trains

29th August 2023 – Still waiting for the call from British Rail to be their national poet…