Thursday, March 4, 1982
Absolute insanity at school; me, Peter and Lee hurling spoons, knives, curry powder, shouting, being crude, childish, acting like total nut cases. Many disapproving looks and comments. It was a madhouse. . . . Frustration, desperation . . . nihilism . . . dead inside.
Later I did sporadic ‘revision’ for Giles’s Paper III tomorrow but mostly we just tossed about, reaching a crazy climax after school, before Art . . . It's all so completely negative and off-putting.
Mum and Dad came home at seven with the news that Uncle Kenneth has crashed his car, got breathalysed, spent the night in the cells, and will probably lose his driving licence, car, job ⇒ Fraught worry.