Diary of a young boy probably still at junior school, found after the third world war December 6th Things are getting rough, and I’m not sure what’s going to happen, all I need is for Man Utd. to win this one game, and I win that bet with Johnny, five pounds, a months pocket money. The fool, as if Ipswich would win this time I’ve got the upper hand. Everything’s going …showed first 75 words of 1929 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1929 total…go to the kitchen and get another one. Things are bad and getting worse. Christmas is tomorrow but I don’t think anyone will be celebrating. I’m going to try and wake dad up, he’s been asleep nearly two days now. Diary, you are the last friend I have, but it’s getting very hard to talk to you, everyday is the same, and I’m not sure tomorrow will be any different…