The Secret Diary of BWOD, aged 14 and ¾

Wednesday
Worthing Yellow rang this evening. He said he's just so anxious all the time, life seems bleak and fragile, he's lost all joy, he can't see the point of anything any more.

I said I feel like that about Daniel too, in fact I could hardly get up this morning because I was so sad.

There was a pause and he said he was talking about Putin and nuclear war. What a drama queen! Imagine worrying about the Russians when there's REAL issues going on, like losing Daniel! Anyway he rang off quite quickly so I didn't have to listen.

Friday
We've got a school trip to Brighton tomorrow. I've organised our LGBTQ+?Curious Soc to bring all our banners so we can have a solidarity parade on the sea front. Cardiff has promised to wear his rainbow laces. He's being a brick about Daniel, he really seems to care and doesn't spend all his time fussing about silly geopolitics. He asked if he could sit next to me on the coach and I said yes.

I'm wondering whether to start a Bring Back Daniel Committee. I mentioned it to Delia the Dinnerlady at lunch, she's been here for so long that I thought she must care. But she called me an ungrateful little madam! I still like her though, she's Progressive.

Sunday
The parade yesterday was brilliant! All eight of us went on it and two people smiled at us half way through, so we really did our bit to raise awareness. There was a horrid American heckler who kept shouting "Have you got a penis?" and then cackling. His face was all red and he had his hand down his trousers. Cardiff said just to ignore him so we did.

The first XI had a match while we were on our parade. Ugly Deansmith must be going to be sacked soon. He told them just to stay in their own half and kick the ball away if they ever got it. They all look so sad now, especially the nice Kosovan exchange boy. They all loved Daniel, just like me. Well not quite like me because no-one will ever love Daniel like I do, but they did love him. When he was here the team gambolled around the field with huge smiles on their faces and stars in their eyes, the world was golden and everyone loved each other. OK they never won any matches but it was all so JOYOUS. And now the world is dark and grey and ugly and the team hate Ugly Deansmith because he makes them play ugly football and no-one gambols anywhere any more.

Afterwards I wrote the first verse of a Resistance Anthem:

Putin uses tanks to crush resistance
But Deansmith doesn't need a gun's assistance
He tells his team to kick it long and sprint,
And says we can't do better, cos we're skint.

(PS I think it's Deansmith's fault that Putin has invaded Russia. Maybe Worthing was right. I might ring him later.)

Posted By: Old Git, Apr 3, 11:41:59