NOT INGRID'S TYPE

The astonishingly handsome Jacques Dutronc

T U E S D A Y,  7  N O V

Wore same as yesterday, but with jumper tucked in.

Malcolm didn’t ring up last night, he came round. Anya was in her dressing-gown, having just got out of the bath.

In English we discussed the advantages and disadvantages of childhood. I’m convinced you don’t appreciate things you have when you’re a child, least of all how wonderful it is to be a child. Then you grow up and you look back full of nostalgia. We also discussed why children play, and why children’s games involve copying grown-ups. It was interesting but it was frustrating - yet again, the only people who talk in English are Debby and me.

I went to the Debate with Anya after school; this time it was “This House Believes that Public Demonstrations and Meetings should be Abolished.” Malcolm was there! Anya sat next to him and I sat next to her, but I felt a bit in the way: Sandra was with Greg. (Sandra’s ex, Ian, was behind us, making comments with his friend the whole way through - they are pretty foul). Malcolm is a dreadful wet, he looks about 15, and he’s not even intelligent. Adrian was sitting behind us, he’s quite a snazz I must say. It's nice for Lucy, but I couldn’t bear to go out with him. He isn’t my type.

“There was the most fab boy there though.”

It’s funny how some boys aren’t my type and some are, like Dutronc - I can tell them immediately. This one is terribly tall with longish fair hair, humorous and intelligent looking. Sally Ife lucky thing was sitting next to him. It was only girls speaking this time, and they weren’t very good. It was more fun when the ‘floor’ was allowed to speak. The fab boy did several times – he was so nice – and so did that Welsh nut-case who is very amusing. Teddy-Bear was also there and kept on butting in and asking for “information!” He was smoking a pipe (just like Finkelstein). In the end the motion was overcome by 103 votes to one.

Felt miserable going home by myself in the dark. I wish I knew that fab boy.