Cakes. Always cakes.
The other night I steeled myself, read through my teenage journals and found this gem:
‘On the 2nd of February it will be 6 years since Richey Edwards vanished. And I’ve got an exam on that day. Ignoramuses. I can’t even be left alone to cry.’
I CAN’T EVEN BE LEFT ALONE TO CRY!
I hereby award myself first prize for ‘Best at Being a Teenager’.
Except I was a bit shite because, as I later noted, the 1st of February is Richey’s disappearance day. The 2nd of February was when Sid Vicious died, though, so I was still free to mope.
(image via Comically Vintage)
