“Started swotting up for mock” / “Played + Kevin, bt him at Subutteo 4-0” / “Tidied Room Up” / “Got Birthday Money (£5) from Mormor”
A whole brand new diary then……
Off, we jolly well go….
My “mock” Maths exam is evidently imminent, forcing me to go into swot mode.
Which appeared to include slaughtering this “Kevin” fellow at table football, tidying my bedroom and anticipating the prog rock I might be able to snag with the birthday money that arrived from my Mormor in Denmark.
Not much of a swot was I?
Excerpts from a 70's Teenage Rock Opera 