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Today's discovery was that through careful idleness I had managed to accrete a complete set of credit-card statements from November 1989 to the present day.
It's been something of an odd afternoon reading back through the things and discovering the difference between what I felt like writing on LJ and what really seemed to have been going on. And indeed remembering what happened in the 90s by means of a sequence of monospaced financial postcards from my previous selves.
Many of the early 90s ones go 'Fuel, record shop, curry house, fuel, off licence, pizza, clothes (Gap or Cult Clothing it seems), book shop, fuel.' And that seems normal.
I don't remember why I ended up at the 'Tasty chinese restaurant' in Chippenham in August 1996, mind. Although that looks like a busy sort of time because a couple of days earlier there's an entry for 'Mokham's of Digbeth' which would have been the place handy for the Mercat in Birmingham, which, um, Children on Stun/Libitina? Something like that.
Of course, those are the nice bits. The less nice parts concern the ebb and flow of the balance. For instance I discovered that over the winter of 2001/2002 I failed to even open the bills. This is so entirely unlike the me that I think I'm used to that I'm at a loss to explain it. The version of events on LJ is completely unhelpful because that's the other part of my brain desperately holding on to nice things to think about.
In short, Pontrilas.
It's been something of an odd afternoon reading back through the things and discovering the difference between what I felt like writing on LJ and what really seemed to have been going on. And indeed remembering what happened in the 90s by means of a sequence of monospaced financial postcards from my previous selves.
Many of the early 90s ones go 'Fuel, record shop, curry house, fuel, off licence, pizza, clothes (Gap or Cult Clothing it seems), book shop, fuel.' And that seems normal.
I don't remember why I ended up at the 'Tasty chinese restaurant' in Chippenham in August 1996, mind. Although that looks like a busy sort of time because a couple of days earlier there's an entry for 'Mokham's of Digbeth' which would have been the place handy for the Mercat in Birmingham, which, um, Children on Stun/Libitina? Something like that.
Of course, those are the nice bits. The less nice parts concern the ebb and flow of the balance. For instance I discovered that over the winter of 2001/2002 I failed to even open the bills. This is so entirely unlike the me that I think I'm used to that I'm at a loss to explain it. The version of events on LJ is completely unhelpful because that's the other part of my brain desperately holding on to nice things to think about.
In short, Pontrilas.
