I said my next project would be to pick out a week from my diaries and write about it. Well, I pulled out my diary from 1992 and it was an assault on the senses. Time meant that I had poured surreal nonsense  and yet what I thought to be profound wisdom onto every nook and cranny of that diary. There is a wealth of created pieces of paper which even creates three pages of a letter that I have written on a made up alphabet. I stumbled across the key moments later. It was pretty funny to read looking back. At the time I was tormented like most teenagers though. I was seventeen turning eighteen. Anyway I shall try and tackle it this week and post it.