I was spending a complete day in a house with the girls who were in my year at school. In the evening, the house partially transformed into a nightclub and loads of people were there. Downstairs, 80s music was playing. My friend Ibid, my boyfriend Bryn and my online friend Twi were there with me, but when the music got too cheesy, Bryn and Twi disappeared. I ran into a number of girls in the year below mine and danced with them until a really slow song that I couldn't dance to started playing. I discovered it was the Bagpuss theme tune. (I can't remember how it really goes.) Ibid (a major fan) was thrilled to hear it, but I decided to look for Bryn and Twi.
I remembered they were supposed to be playing industrial music on the upper storey and ascended the stairs happily. But from outside the room, I could hear rubbish dance music emanating. So I waited there on the landing. Three boys who I thought I recognised stood with me. One started threatening the other two his a lighter, then turned to me. I told him to stop it, but he kept doing so, the other two egging him on. I tried to go into the supposedly industrial room, but they followed. I started downstairs, but they set off after me. So I screamed at them, and they recoiled. A girl in the hallway downstairs said, "I hope that stopped them."
Everyone went home except me and the girls in my year, who had what was supposed to be a midnight feast in the kitchen, but was a proper meal. They were all wearing matching nightshirts with the netball position they'd played on marked them, and what the initials stood for. Katie's was "CF" (even though that's a hockey position) and she had an alternative interpretation as well. "Centre fold", probably.
We watched videos of netball training sessions, filmed and edited by Helen Wi. One portion showed Helen G having to break free of some netting and climb onto a series of bars before a bloke destroyed three park benches. She was struggling, and Helen Wi apologised for leaving this bit in.
I had gone on a road-trip to Switzerland with my family. It was only lasting a day (don't ask how, since I live in Northern England) and I wondered how I was going to write about it in my journal. In one town, Dad decided to get some sweets, and got out of the car while it was still in motion. Mum had got out too, so, from the back seat, my brother reached forward and steered. I instructed him to find a car park, so he did and the car stopped. At this point, we discovered the car could shunt sideways. Through a fence, at that.
