Friday, 9 March 2012

Memoirs From A Sixteen Year Old Me




I had just discovered the internet.



13 July 1997

We've been sailing for 5 days now, and already its beginning to set in.
Roberts has been searching the open waters every day with his naked eye, but to no avail. There is a fear we will run out of food because Jenkins keeps eating it. But we daren't say a word for fear of upsetting the man, who has recently lost his dog Alfred. Maria maintains that we should be sailing north, but since none of us owns a compass, we're not sure where this is.
There was a brawl tonight over supper, McGuff wanted to watch Law and Order, but there was a particular gardening show on that Harrod was keen to see. In the end Stevens brought out the second widescreen.
We don't know if the weather will keep mild, but Harrod has prepared a jug of lemonade just in case.

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