*The Week That Was – 29th April 1985

Record of the week: Atrox – live (yeah!), Queen – Bohemian Rhapsody

29th April 1985
Working with other bloke called Ken. He’s all right.

30th April 1985
Found out tonight that I’ve been laid off until the end of the week.

1st May 1985
Paul rang up tonight. We’ve got a gig tomorrow.

2nd May 1985
Busy remembering our lyrics. Went to Bridport. Had a fuckin’ good laugh. Gig was OK. Sound wasn’t too hot. Me and Chaz had a thrashing comp. I won.

3rd May 1985
Got pissed. Perry stayed the night. I puked out of window.

4th May 1985
Woke Bennett at 7.50 am, pissed around all day.

5th May 1985
Found out not working for rest of week.

*The Week That Was – 22nd April 1985

Record of the week: Husker Du – Anything

22nd April 1985
Everyone likes Husker Du – Yeah!

23rd April 1985
Some of my money went missing. I reckon it was Miller myself but I can’t prove it. Me, Big Crabb, Lee, Little Crabb and Ben had a fire – others at ice skating.

24th April 1985
Did not go to Youth Club.

25th April 1985
Mum reckons I might get the sack.

26th April 1985
Crabby bought computer round. Me and Lee got very merry.

27th April 1985
Been sacked – but got job back. He’s sacking Neil instead. Celebrated employment. Muz was seriously pissed. He’d been to a wedding.

28th April 1985
Went up Crabby’s to play computer.

*The Week That Was – 15th April 1985

Record of the week: Husker Du – anything, King Kurt – Destination Zululand, The Clash – Should I Stay Or Should I Go?

15th April 1985
Started working down hotel this week.

19th April 1985
Got Stone’s Mac and small bottle of whiskey. Had a great fuckin’ piss up. Emma came and got sick as a rat. Don’t remember much else.

20th April 1985
Crabby took computer down Murray’s. Everyone came in. Crabby got some drink, but wasn’t enough so got some more. Got half ratted again.

21st April 1985
Reoccurring Dreams is a great party record. Finished off bottles of whiskey. Only just though.

You Were Dreaming (But It Was A Nightmare) – 13th April 1985

My ideas are running out
I still don’t know what life’s about
They say I’ll find out when I die
That doesn’t stop me wondering why

Help! Help! Help! I need help!

I try to write a song on another theme
It goes wrong, just like a dream
Cos the police are hiding under my cover
If they don’t get me they’ll get another

They’re taking away my packet and bottle
Hands around the throat and starting to throttle
They’ve taken away my sporting thrills
And replaced them with dope and pills

They’ve closed my eyes to the world around
I can’t see my earth from their underground
They’ve closed our eyes to the death around
No one says anything cos we feel safe and sound

Lagoon – 12th April 1985

Goonie goonie
Smackaroonie
I’ll be with you soon
At the bottom of the lagoon
Phoney, phoney
You’re so lonely
You made me swoon
We swim in the lagoon
Honey, honey
Gave me your money
The sun is at noon
Bottom of the lagoon
Phooey, phooey
Don’t get screwy
Under the deep blue moon
Dead at the bottom of the lagoon

18th Sept 2023 – What is it that makes a lagoon seem sinister? I think I equate it somewhat with a swamp. All the lagoons I saw in Australia were spectacularly beautiful.