30th June 2000: “On a less erotic note, all my new fish have died.”
This is an extract from my diary when I was 16, on my last day of school and the Year 11 School Leavers’ disco (which nowadays would probably be called our ‘prom’). I didn’t end up going because my boyfriend, known here as ‘the Alcoholic Twin’ was not allowed to go as he was too…