21.01.1976 Headlands,

Had an idea for a cheap, but reasonable night out at the weekend. The two Steves, Pete and I are going to buy a couple of litres of wine and take it round to Grandads. I thought I’d better go round after school, so I walked up with Steve R. They were not in, so after going down town I met Steve and went home for some flail practise at his place.
After getting on a Headlands bus home I was bombarded, initially, by a tirade of insults which would have incensed a person of lower intellect. I knew who it was – the (supposed) girls of Headlands, Flamborough division. They are scum. They are the dregs of society and were it not for humanitarian reasons, I would have such people isolated from the more sane elements of society. To think that the socialist future I’m fighting for, is in their interests. But that’s life, I will carry out my convictions to the full.
There was very little worth watching on television tonight, so after doing my first essay on “Who’s afraid of Virginia Woolf?” which I enjoyed. It was a bit lewd, so Mo [teacher] is bound to censure me for that.
Practised with my flail in the evening – it’s so easy to learn! Read (or rather re-re-read) some more of Marx’s "Communism Manifesto”. (1848)