I visited mum this week and she had been cleaning out the garage. As usual there were a few boxes of my old stuff that came to light. There were some fascinating bits of junk in those dusty time-capsules. Paper one dollar and two dollar notes (Australia has had one and two dollar coins since the early ‘80s). My INXS Listen Like Thieves cassette. And an old diary.
Those yellowed pages brought back amazing memories. Some good, some not so good, and some downright creepy. There were entries about friends (not many), girlfriends (even less), school (too many) and random other topics.
One particular entry from my diary really stood out, coming close on the heels of Errorista’s recent diary spoof (whether it was fact or fiction is still under debate, but apparently there were more than a few mumbled curses, and a very suspicious fire soon after that post came to light).
But here’s mine:
6th May, 1982
WOW! It’s Thursday already. I was bored after school so I helped with some of the housework. I find working around the house with mummy a heart-warming joy. Helping with the dusting. Folding the laundry. Preparing snacks for company. It’s like a fairytale.
Speaking of fairytales, I saw a few moments of a fabulous new show on television tonight. It was a silly little game show parody with ridiculous activities to embarrass and humiliate the contestants. Some of the things the host says are a little strange but the audience laughed so it must be OK. It was called Sticky Moments with Julian Clarey. I called mummy in to show her, and asked if I could put the season 1 video on my Christmas list.
I was watching my video of “Peter Allen Live” again earlier and even after one hundred and seventeen times, I still get goose bumps when he dances with the maracas during the instrumental break in I Go To Rio. I’m trying to learn some of those moves for the prom.
I feel like I should watch the Rocky Horror Picture Show in my underwear before bed time. I think I would be great as Brad if they ever do a remake. I totally have all his lines nailed.
Bye for now
Dear Diary update
WOW!!! I just remembered something I saw in a magazine today. Guys shave their legs to race push-bikes. I might give that a go, it sounds like fun. I wonder if I should buy the bike first or just go ahead and shave my legs and see if I like it.
I guess that explains why I continued to shave my legs long after my cycling activity had fallen into the category 3 levels below recreational.
My permanent post script.