Whilst it has to be said that the most ringing
endorsements of the diarists' art were various
adolescent girls who kept them and took great
delight in marking how much they'd changed,
grown, &c, particularly between 14-18 and, in
turn, after Uni, it's not a hard & fast rule that
they have to be about twee reflections and
coming of age, nor even gendered female.

Indeed, I can think of at least one person who
confessed to having great difficulty in keeping
track of exactly what lies they'd told to whom
about what, when.

Now this isn't exactly a hallmark of Pepys'
style. But it is something they're incredibly
useful for that I've seen no reviewers of recent
good novels mention. As such I'm assuming
there aren't many novelists with the wit to
include a diary in such a manner--and very
few diarists with the integrity to illustrate it
realistically.

As I've never considered I needed to keep one
myself (sadly I turned out to be the rather dully
boring, honest type of person and it's set me
back fucking decades so far as I can make
out) I most probably couldn't make up a good
genuinely convincing one.

So I thought I'd chuck it out onto the weir here.

Happy churning.

SIPSTON

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