please empty your brain below

Feck! Err congratulations!

Wow! Well done

I kept a diary from about 12 onwards. Sadly I destroyed them about 10 years ago, terrified that someone would get hold of them.

Do you write the number of each entry at the top of the page or have you just worked this out? Or maybe you just know.

I kept a diary during the time I lived in France - about 6 months in 1980. The rest is in my head. Fortuantely many of my memory cells have now died off.

dg writes: I don't number the days, that would be sad. But I did spot that 10000 was coming up about a year ago, and I made a note in my diary.

After reading that post I'm reminded of Just William and Adrian Mole. Both of which think are great.

ah yes. i used to document the first week of january in my childhood years. diaries and pens felt like great christmas presents on 'the day' but i'd always discarded them by the time school started. i've not kept them.
i did keep a diary (and wrote every day) while I travelled round the world in 86/87 but it's so boring to look at now..."Friday 13 Nov, Fiji, went for a long walk along the beach. Saturday 14 Nov, Fiji, went for a long walk along the beach. Sunday 15 Nov, Fiji, terrible cup of tea for breakfast, went for a long walk along the beach..."

God, well done! I managed it for about a month when I was 15, but even rereading it at 15 and a half made me reach for the matches...

Cracking stuff. You've got me beat by about fourteen years. But if it was an Adrian Mole type diary, you'd begin the first two hundred and fifty days' entries with 'No giro'.

I am living proof of someone who can write a daily blog but not keep a diary. I've tried too many times to mention. Like you it started with a Letts diary when I was 10 or 11. Unlike you, I'd got bored by the 3rd or 4th day.

I wish I had maintained a diary. How wonderful it must be to look back over the years. As my memory becomes more selective, what I wouldn't give to know exactly what I was doing on a given day.

I did keep a journal made up mainly of really bad wistful poetry when I was a student. It didn't last. I'd be pissed one night, get lucky and then wake up far too late and hungover to bother with it. Another few months would pass before I'd give it another go. Embarrassing to read now.

For about 5 years from the age of about 6 I kept the world's dullest diary in The Country Gentleman's Diary which my father received as a freebie but never used. I still have them all somewhere.

There's money to be made!! I have recently just finished reading a book of some guys diary entries from a similar time and age as you - it's called 'Where did it all go right?' and has had me in stitches at times. Even the entires of "had fish fingers and beans for tea then watched Love Thy Neighbour. It was brill." I can so associate.

Somehow I'm not surprised - in a good way, of course!











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