It's New Year's Day, a day for doing nothing serious and something you won't make time for once the busy days begin. So I've had idle fun updating the My 1970s Diary blog, with twelve new entries incorporating the dozen spreads I've made into (which is on sale, but hardly leaping off the virtual shelves, it must be said).
The New Years Day 1975 entry is here, and there's one for every other month, to trickle out in regular doses. Do we lern much from them? Probably not a lot. We see me reading a lot of comics, and talking a bit about the ones I'm writing and drawing myself. We see even more of the telly of the day. By god there's a lot of telly consumed by the thirteen year old me. And my Records For The Day are a nice glimpse into whatever Radio 1 was playing at the time, much of which I haven't heard of since.
Tomorrow the working year resumes and I hope I'll be able to turn my efforts into profit. Let's see if I can live up to the promise young prodigy Kev showed back in the day.