I'm running around packing for going to Angoulême tomorrow, in southwest France, for Europe's largest comics festival. Whoo hoo! I don't know much about it and I'm really glad to be going with some of my loveliest friends, ellenlindner, Stephen Betts and tozocomic. (Ellen and Stephen are an Angoulême romance couple, they met there on one of their many visits to the festival.) Ellen's blogged a bit more about it here. And she's also announced that she's going to be moving into our studio, The Fleece Station. Hurrah!

I managed to dash off this 1989 diary entry, which is rather fitting because I dashed it off fairly quickly in the original diary as well. I had to do lots of editing, in case any of the boys I mentioned visited my blog and saw their names. That would've been way too embarrassing.



We didn't even have dances, because the school thought that was far too intimate an activity for girls and boys, but if I had mentioned the actual school event, it might have given away too much. Eek. Diaries are so awkward. (Here are the other entries.)

I'm sure I'll have loads to tell you when I get back from France, see you next week!