Woken by the Telescreen chirping and reminding me it’s another Monday morning. Glad I don’t have to get to the school building before 10, at least. And nice to wake up to Frank’s face. Quite calming in its way, and better than having something like the PM’s ugly mug glaring down at me. I was reading 1984 as part of a politics project recently and the Telescreens in the book had secret cameras and messages from Big Brother (not the old ‘reality’ TV show). Thank goodness we don’t have that. Thank goodness we still live in a democracy.
Been working on my Future Story for school this morning. It's part of the whole transformation journey. I realise my own effort is almost entirely an homage to Youth In Revolt (oh gosh, I am so excited about the movie...), even down to the obsession with Frank Sinatra. But that's funny, isn't it? A teen in 2015 who's obsessed with Frank Sinatra? No? Well, each to their own.
Note also the appearance of Lefty. Every teen needs a Lefty to play off. Especially imaginary ones.