Catching up on life – 26th September 1994

About twelve hours, each of sixty minutes precisely, from now, we’ll (me, Broni, sweetheart, dream girl) be tapping toes at Heathrow waiting to get on that jet plane to take us away into golden sunsets (sunrises). And briefly the past.

Not had time to write – too busy catching up on life, so Broni’ll tell ya!

So we got back from Greek island ok to stay in Gatwick hotel with mad manager, then to Lisa’s in Chichester, on our way home to go out even-time with Rosemary and Mia for Thai (I told you all this, didn’t I?).

Then Wednesday fuckin’ madness trying to pack and organise and just going silly crazy, to Kerry in Verwood, her work, for lunch, back quickly before up to Southampton to Chrissie’s to see sweet Rebecca, mad Amanda and Chrissie too, of course. Sharon, Jon and Selina, Tina and Paul and Rob came over and fuck, Karl Barry and his pal too. Played Party Picitonary, mad raucous noise, drunken dancing, Broni crashed, people fell away, describe later.

Sleep, wake, say goodbye to Chrissie – miss her, may ring her now home again, breifly, pack (Oh, I sleep!). Rob comes down, we drive together to Newport, for final UK gig! Broni sleep through it in car while Rob and I drink and fun about. Back to Simon’s (Simonless) Describe more later!

Morning time say bye bye’s there, drive to London, whizz cross M4, run around town, Portobello Road, here there, put Rob on train (another story!). Go to David and Louise’s. Sleep needed! Up into London Town, Harrods’ Liberty’s Hamley’s shopping sprees, mad dash round! Back, food, drink, sleep, jeez – you keeping up with this – we’re knackered!

Sunday, drive back a.m., go to Sian and Robbie’s p.m. Mess around here, Kerry (Rob, Jon, Selina, Edwards come down) John turns up, bye byes. Broni’s at Rosemary’s (bye bye). Phew. All this and me, not nervous at all, don’t understand really. Just biding time till tomorrow a.m. Want to get away! Know I’ll miss people terribly but don’t feel it yet! Here, Monday to Salisbury with mum and to Jo’s p.m. and out mealtime p.m. with mum, Kerry and aunt Shirley.

Home here – so much to say. Get this. Today – to fuckin’ day – turns up a letter from Finland, from Bengt, eleventh hour. Songs from Deep Turtle! Wow-wow-wow! And I go and find Squirrelbait CD in London too! Later! Yeah, right? – gotta go! Gotta sleep! Gotta think, gotta wonder! I’m going tomorrow – do you understand!? Ha – not sure I do! Keep you informed