Monday, April 14, 2008

The Persistence of Memory

Since about the age of fifteen I have kept a diary. Not so much "Dear Diary ..." more like "Went round to Bill's, played conkers".

I recently went up into the loft and came across my diaries from the early '80s when I was young, single and had a busy social calendar. When I read entries like "Drinks with Simon" and "Theatre with Caroline" I have to say I was thinking "Who the #~$* are Simon and Caroline?". Many of the names I recognised and am still in touch with but a scary number had sunk into the tar pit of time :-(

For a while I had a PDA - a Philips Nino - and that was my diary. When it eventually gave up the ghost I was left with 3 year hole in my memory. Now I have Gullible's Travels and it acts as off-site memory storage. It is like being able to Google my own brain to find out what I did and when!

So here is some spider food:
  • Thursday, March 27, 2008 - Went to see the recording of Ready, Steady, Cook
  • Tuesday, April 01, 2008 - Went to see Youssou N'Dour at IndigO2
  • Saturday, April 05, 2008 - Hosted dinner party for siblings and partners
  • Friday, April 11, 2008 - Went down to Farnham to give Mum some internet coaching

1 comment:

Rosa said...

Being the silly girl I am, I have destroyed most of my diaries and journals in fear that the hub may come across them. All my love letters from my beaus, tossed. Pictures, self portraits, burned. Silly me. But now that I'm stable (ha), I have my "family" blog to go back to. And yes, I do from time to time have to jog my memory with doing just that. The best thing about my blog is pulling a recipe, quick! And printing it, presto! Wish all my destroyed papers were on a disk somewhere. Oh well.