![]() ![]() So I began as the old year ended, just before it turned to face the new. I must have been given it as a Christmas present, and although it was for the year 1976, its first few pages invited entries for the end of the previous year. Going right back to the start, I try to picture myself on the day I first decided to keep a diary: 29 December 1975, when I was thirteen years old. They never fail to shock me with all the things they say, and all the things they don’t. When I try to summon up the past – when I want to remember what really happened, instead of what I think happened, and what I really felt, instead of what I’d like to think I felt, and what I really did, instead of what I say I did – I look at my diaries. (Philip Larkin: ‘I Remember, I Remember’) ‘Nothing, like something, happens anywhere.’ I suppose it’s not the place’s fault,’ I said. My friend said, ‘judging from your face.’ ‘Oh well, ‘You look as if you wished the place in Hell,’ The moral right of the author has been assertedīritish Library Cataloguing-in-Publication DataĪ catalogue record for this book is available on This digital edition first published in 2019 by Canongate Books First published in Great Britain, the USA and Canada in 2019ĭistributed in the USA by Publishers Group West and in Canada by Publishers Group Canada ![]()
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