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A couple of pages from a teenager's arch-lever file Diary

This might be a project I regret committing to; there is no end to it. Death perhaps.

What began as a simple revisiting of old school diaries has evolved into a vast, long-term autobiographical archive project spanning more than half a century of recorded life. I am currently working through a sequence of contemporaneous diaries, letters, dream journals, photographs, and notebooks, reconstructing and publishing them exactly fifty years after their original dates.

As of 9th June 2026, I have worked through approximately four months of entries from my surviving five-year diaries covering 1975–1978. In practice, this means revisiting around 330–450 individual diary days so far, usually processing the same calendar date across multiple years together. Each entry is expanded from compressed teenage shorthand into reflective first-person prose, enriched with contextual memory, emotional interpretation, historical detail and, increasingly, accompanying visual material. It is intriguing to read what I was doing on a particular day at ages 13.7, 14.7, 15.7 and 16.7. 

The archive itself expands dramatically beyond these early diaries. A second five-year diary covers 1979–1982, after which I moved into large A4 hardback notebooks written daily, eventually filling entire lever-arch folders with a single month's reflections. Alongside the diaries are dream journals, letters written home to parents and grandparents between the ages of seven and seventeen, and two substantial photojournals documenting school life, travel and family experience. Age 17.1, 18.1, 19.1, 20.1 becomes somewhat Henry Miller in topic and tone. 

The project is intended to unfold slowly in real time. A diary entry from June 1976 appears in June 2026; June 1977 will appear in June 2027, and so on. If sustained, the archive will continue publishing into the 2040s, eventually bridging handwritten childhood diaries, adult notebooks and the emergence of my online writing life in the late 1990s. I'll be in my early 80s if I get to the end. 

In general, I retain real place names because geography, schools, landscapes and social settings are central to the historical and autobiographical value of the archive. However, I routinely alter or fictionalise personal names, particularly where individuals are private citizens still living ordinary lives. In some cases, composite characters or pseudonyms are used.

I recognise that even altered names may not guarantee anonymity. Someone familiar with the events, relationships or social circles involved may eventually identify themselves or others through accumulated detail. 

For this reason, I try to avoid material whose publication could cause unnecessary embarrassment, distress, reputational harm or renewed personal conflict, even fifty years after the original events. I am especially cautious with photographs of handwritten pages, as modern image enhancement and OCR technologies can recover more text than may initially appear legible. I delete anything if asked; it happened once in the first attempt at this project, fifteen years ago. How someone I met in France as a teenager identified themselves indicates how universal the internet has become. 

My aim is not an exposé, revenge, or confession for its own sake, but the careful reconstruction of memory, atmosphere, social history, and personal development across time. Wherever possible, I seek to preserve the emotional truth of the archive while respecting the dignity and privacy of the people who unknowingly became part of it. In some instances, I will defend what I said or felt as a young person. That's life. 

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A little learning. Evelyn Waugh (1964)

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Edited by Jonathan Vernon, Monday 29 August 2011 at 07:03

HOLIDAY READING

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A little learning. Evelyn Waugh (1964)

Not an e-book, but as soon as I wanted to take notes or share sentences I wish it had been.

(His less famous, though more successful popular novelist brother Alec Waugh writes a far more enjoyable satire of school-days at Shrewsbury 'The Loom of Youth'. If I wrote about Sedbergh in the 1970s it wouldn't be satire, it would be an act of war - my only revolution was to leave before Sixth Form at which time the bullied would have had to become the bully).

I bookmark by folding over the corners.

Although the pages were falling out I didn't highlight or annotate the pages, though I could have pulled the pages out.

I make three notes:

Knox was known to open and oppose the same motion. The point he makes though is that 'audiences greed for originality is the extraordinary distaste for the obvious.

NOTE REGARDING MOBILE LEARNING

(All would be downloaded as eBooks where they available. They go to the Kindle so that I can read or listen to the book on one device while taking notes onto the iPad. Is this when reading becomes a learning activity? When you take notes? Or simply when you annotate or highlight the text itself ... if you dare do this to a printed book. Anyone shared highlights or notes they have made while or having read a common book? Like an asynchronous book club of the airwaves I guess).

'You learn, in approaching any subject, to search at once for the point that is new, original, eccentric, not for the plain truth.' (Waugh, 1964: 129)

And a note left by a previous reader (my mother, who sent me this book a couple of weeks ago) that reads 'pity'.

Against Waugh's line 'I abandoned my diary on the day I left school and have no source for the following years except inexact memory.'

I didn't. 36 years later and several million words I wonder what I got myself trapped into.

Some keep saying they want me to stop blogging for a couple of years 'to finish the book'. I have plenty to say on that too, though Steven Pressfield has the definitive response, 'resistance'. I say 'anything but,' I will fill my life with 'anything but' that three-five hours a day of effort in front of a keypad or notepad.

Is memory exact?

My diary is an aide memoire, an impression of the moment that changes all the time.

REFERENCE

Waugh, A.E. (1964) A little learning.

I cannot see the value in hereditary he gives to the first chapter, in predetermining the way some turns out, physiologically or psychologically, surely upbringing has more to do with it? He also concentrates on the male professional line. Rather selective? And from our point of view ignorant and sexist?

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