18 December 2009
16 December 2009
13 December 2009
2 December 2009
12 November 2009
30 October 2009
Is it real or is it made up? Who can say. I forget where I came across
this; it was just a general google image search for diaries some time
"Dear Diray, I like lots of guys but Jonathan Taylor Thomas is the
cutetest. First of all I don't like J.T.T. cause he's a movie star.
There are lots other guys in my class who like me, and there are lots
of people I wish I coulb kill, but I'm not."
A slightly disturbing initial entry, there. I like to imagine the
writer in an Annie-from-Misery-like state of depression by the time we
get to the 19th of November:
"Dear Diray, Today is not so good. I haven't done much. The only
thing that will cheer me up is to meet Jonathan Taylor Thomas. His
birthday is september 8."
Let's see... 1995. By my reckoning, young JTT had finished the voice
of Simba in the Lion King and was on to high profile movie star roles
like Tom Sawyer or that kid out of Ally McBeal. You can understand the
18 October 2009
3 October 2009
12 September 2009
I always feel that, in these situations, honesty is rarely the best policy. Essentially, this says 'I know that you don't like me but I've decided to stalk you for eternity.' Or perhaps that's just my paranoia coming through.
3 August 2009
explained in a language almost but not entirely unlike English.
25 July 2009
22 July 2009
owl-like feather patterns on my torso, and the crowfoot-like spiky
hands. And if that's the sun up in the top-left, I'm not sure what's
going on in the top-right. Notice, too, that I'm smiling. See - I am
clearly perceived to be nice really. At times.
10 July 2009
28 June 2009
27 June 2009
20 June 2009
Rest assured, the sudden appearance of a rogue harmonica in the class was dealt with swiftly and in a manner even the GTC couldn't fail to endorse. I also have a long and involved joke where a girl swallows a harmonica and we all call her Wheezy Anna for the rest of her miserable life, but I forget the punchline, which has something to do with a traditional song. Ah, well...
30 May 2009
23 May 2009
22 May 2009
18 May 2009
17 May 2009
16 May 2009
But enough gentle reminiscing: these next five notes form an amusing (but ultimately tragic) tale of a cautionary nature. (Not necessarily a bad thing: perhaps it'll help cut teenage pregnancy in the local bus shelters.)
8 May 2009
9 April 2009
Despite the dire ending of 'stik not no my hede me and or bit me up with un big stik', the child in question was given a large book of exciting coloured pictures and some pencil crayons to colour with whilst we all tumbled about on the big apparatus. This masochistic need to write sinister threats is only slightly alarming; rest assured I've written it in the Big Red Book Of Madness in the head teacher's office.
26 March 2009
24 January 2009
Look at that picture of all the children with their hands in the air, screaming for joy at the wide range of exciting sports opportunities open to them. I wonder how many of them are normal healthy children, and how many are the sort of pillock who'd make an obscene gesture just as the photo is being taken?
Just the one...
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