Sunday 3 August 1986

The Commonwealth Games finished yesterday with England heading the medals table with 58, or was it 52, golds.
This afternoon I breathed and I ate things…

Not even this attempt at a bit of deprecation makes up for the special self-typed, carefully-stapled pull-out that also accompanies today’s entry in my 1986 diary.

For it seems I was more obsessed with the Commonwealth Games than previously thought.

Not only did I watch hours of it on TV, not only did I add all the results to the official BBC Commonwealth Games handbook, not only was I saving up to buy the signature tune on BBC Records… but I also took it upon myself to do this:

Listing precariously

My very own list of all the results. Page after page after page.

There’s no point pretending I didn’t take a lot of care over this. Look: I’ve even recreated the official Games logo in pencil. Several times.

Sigh.

Here was my fondness for annotation and commemoration in full, giddy effect.

“What did you do during the holidays?” my classmates would ask when school resumed in the autumn. “Nothing much,” I lied.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s