1.1.76

One more year to wear out now. 1975 was a good year for me in every respect and I'm determined to make '76 a better one. I could have gone to a party tonight, but I've been to four in the past four days: Grandad's, Graham's, Trev's and Mick's. Ugh! All those headaches and all the birds were married (and beautiful).

It was 3 o'clock by time me (T.E Lawrence), Trev (Max Wall) and Collette (Stan Laurel) got home, so I decided I couldn't make it up to Grandad's. Julie was babysitting and we all talked for ages.

I wonder if Richard went to tonights party. I forgot all about ringing him to find out. Next party will be Anne (christ! what a name for "N's"! on Saturday. Enough of banter and small talk - not the sort of thing to talk about at a "momentus occasion" like this. What will this year bring? At the end of this year I will have begun my A-Level revision. But what will be going on in my mind? I claim to have gone through several "phases" last year, each finer and better than its forerunner. Without being egotistical, if I progress through more stages in '76, by the end of the year I should be a new person.

At the start of last year I had a very high opinion of myself ( I still have, I suppose, albeit for different reasons): Oh yes, I was good with the birds and everything. I was insecure beneath this bravado that repels when viewed in retrospect.