Category: 1984

*The Week That Was – 3rd December 1984

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Record of the week: Wasted Youth – Wild and Wandering LP

3rd December 1984
In the process of giving up smoking.

4th December 1984
Tried to stop Dandy from smoking.

5th December 1984
Went to (Holtwood) Youth Club. Scott tried to start a fight with me. Late to college – early to leave. Cult 12″ in.

7th December 1984
Went to (Hinton Martell) Youth Club. Enjoying singing Cult LP. Won 70p playing pontoon.

8th December 1984
Went to town. Met Piwi. Went to his place. Borrowed PiL. Went to Square Records. Bought 3 LPs for £5.50

9th December 1984
Police brought a summons round for business at the Rec.

Irish Kids – 2nd December 1984

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Caught in the crossfire
Children in the streets
No simple solution
Now there’s dead children
Taught who’s side you’re on
Are the others wrong
Perhaps you can’t see
That’s the way to let Ireland free
Let’s stop the fighting now
Someone come and show us how
Why don’t I go with my views
Another child dead on the news

10th August 2023 – Children find the simplest solutions.

Screaming Girls – 1st December 1984

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Screaming girls wanna fuck Wham
Bam – thank you, ma’am
Screaming girls claw their clothes
And watch the pose
Dreaming of a night in bed
Where you’ll give good head
Or holding the penis of a star
A threesome in their car
Screaming girls wanna fuck Wham
Bam – thank you, ma’am
Screaming girls wank at home
Watching their video
Screaming girls make me sick
You’d only suck a star’s prick
Screaming girls acting blind
Open your eyes, see what you’ll find

10th August 2023 – What about me? What about me?

Mental – 30th November 1984

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The jelly fell off and slid beyond
All the dogs and cats swimming in the pond
Tom and Jerry were chewing unborn babies
And ran and ran to try and catch rabies
We write on our arms what records to play
We truly starve as wellies might say
Run to find the blood of a few
Try to catch unceasing spew
The wait in anger for the whiskey drop
As they get younger their faces flop
Now the shits run running from your arse
Shitting at the back of the class
This is what Maths does to you
Sends you mental through and through

10th August 2023 – The poetic entries for 1984 are incorrectly dated as I’ve just taken random starting points for them. This poem was written during another particularly boring Maths class (see my diary entries for how much I loved my Maths classes!). I had finished school sometime around May or June though. The poems are in order though. I know this as I hand-wrote them in order into a duplicate book sometime in the late 80s.
The line ‘we write on our arms what records to play’ was real. I would plan what music I wanted to listen to when I got home like this. Writing on our hands and arms was a big thing (which I guess, kind of naturally, turned into getting tattoos) for many of us adolescent kids and I can see my students doing the same now.

Darlings – 28th November 1984

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Have you something to say
Or are you just an act?
Is it a matter of fiction
Or a matter of fact?

Darlings – your makeup has run
It’s running down your cheeks
Darlings – now you’re having fun
But who can plug those leaks?

Later on in life
You’re a future wife
A darling no more
Don’t feel so sore

8th August 2023 – I’ve never really been a fan of make-up on girls despite almost everyone I have dated being obsessed with it. I really enjoyed the freedom of the one girl that didn’t bother with make-up (TLJ) just being able to drop everything and go and do things without having to wait 30 minutes to an hour to prepare themselves for the outside world.

I still have this feeling, though obviously, I have adjusted myself to accept that it is a part of our lives. I also understand that it’s not my business what other people choose to do but sometimes as I’m putting on some moisturiser under my eyes I wonder at the tests that were carried out that show that this stuff makes any difference at all to wrinkles or skin condition. 90% of make-up is in our heads. If girls feel more confident wearing make-up, why is that? I would like to see the industry destroyed.

There are times when good make-up can be stunning but generally teenagers are just experimenting themselves. I suppose it’s better than cutting or shooting up!