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28th December 1985 Saturday

28th December 1985 Saturday

This morning me, Alice and M went into town to choose Alice a coat for her birthday. the one she got looks okay – but I don’t like it at all. My mum is so untrendy, she calls Jez my ‘bloke’. Bloke! Who says bloke nowadays – well, she does obviously. Jez can’t see me tomorrow the fucking prick – I really want to see him – what a bastard – I’m going to write him a letter telling him what I think of him.

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Posted by on August 9, 2010 in December 1985


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