Not the girl next door

I’ve kept a diary on and off since I was 5 years old. I’m now 37.

I’m using this blog to share a few excerpts from Part 1: Child of the Nineties. In time I hope to launch a podcast and (eventually) publish my diaries in full.

Also, please bear in mind that I was pretty young when I penned the first few entries, so they are somewhat less coherent than entries from the late nineties onwards!

1992 – The Major

NORTHEAST SCOTLAND I jump down from the thick wooden dining table, with the strange brown inlaid tiles and run through the thick granite doorway, and out onto the hardstanding that separated the house from the farm opposite. My brother is…

1988 – Batman and Robin

NORTHWEST LONDON I think I’m in trouble. We only just moved here from Germany. We live in family quarters, a three-bed house with a garden, surrounded on all sides by similar houses and separated by tidy plain green lawns. It’s in…

1987 – The First

WEST GERMANY The floor was green, speckled with black and white flecks. It stretches out smooth and shiny before me, curling up the walls and ahead to a larger room with brown chairs. Mum and Dad each hold one of…