As it’s Thursday I thought I’d share the fourth entry of my diary, written in 1994 during the last year of my primary schooling.

Sharing these cringeworthy episodes has become a bit of a regular feature here. Rather than transcribing the latest entry, I thought I’d pop up the audio version, as read by a wonderful little performer called Orla, who is clearly after my day job.

Today’s entry brought back vivid memories for me, of being eleven years old and thinking I was incredibly worldly wise, but actually knowing jack all. Continue reading »