Madonna, Sex and Me (1992)

A recent 1986 diary tweet involved me and a group of mates trailing round newsagents in the snow trying to find Penthouse with Madonna on the cover prompted. It caused some interesting reactions including one about the Observer magazine’s exclusive preview of Madonna’s notorious ‘Sex’ book in 1992. I remember that too and so looked though my diary from the year to see what I wrote about it.

I was 19 and, after taking a year out, had been at University for a few weeks doing a Biology degree. I wasn’t really enjoying it and most of my diary is concerned with that so it’s not that interesting. But it does explain why there isn’t much about Radio One’s ‘Madonna Day’ that I had been looking forward to. So here’s what I wrote about it all….

Friday 25th September 1992
JPGDidn’t get up until 12:00 and then I only went to buy a newspaper because Madonna was flashing her tits on some catwalk. There wasn’t anything about it in the papers though. I went back to bed then and fell asleep. I have to say that I do feel a bit wibbly wobbly after last night.

Saturday 10th October 1992
Got up relatively early this morning after having a dream about Madonna being on Jonathan Ross and Dad videoing it on the wrong channel. The Erotica video was quite strange. I liked it but it had a very smutty feel about it. Tomorrow there are some pictures in the Observer so no doubt all the other papers will run some kind of exclusives too. I quite like spending all my money on Madonna again, even though I’m not as interested as I used to be. Every time she does something new it’s like a new start collecting stuff on somebody different. It’s hard for me to relate to the Madonna of now, with the Boy Toy who sang Into the Groove, they’re just like different people. I wonder what she thinks of those old days. One thing she never really talks about is her recent past.

Sunday 11th October 1992
obsThe pictures of Madonna in the Observer magazine were excellent. I think ‘Sex’ will be really good. I’m going into Newcastle on Wednesday to reserve my copy. I wonder when Madonna Day is on Radio One? I might skive a lecture or something if I can. Maybe that’s wrong, I don’t know. We’ll see anyway. I say all this stuff don’t I?

Monday 12th October 1992
The Madonna Day on Radio One is on Wednesday. That means I’ll have to skive off computers. Chemistry is already cancelled because of the Union AGM. I’ll make up some feeble excuse. I don’t think it’ll be that bad because I can go in any time to catch up. Also I’ll love the thrill it gives me when I skive. I need to go to Newcastle though to reserve my copy of the book and stuff. Such a busy life!

Tuesday 13th October 1992
Went in the evening to the Computers which we’re supposed to have done by tomorrow although I have decided that I am not going to do Computers tomorrow as it’s the Madonna interview on Radio One. I’m just hoping that my Super-Woofer will tape it OK.
I’m glad that I decided to skive Computers. It’s like taking a certain control over my life, like I had to make the decision to skive and consequently I’ll have to take the consequences. I don’t think it will matter ultimately because I’ll be able to go in the evening or whatever. I’m going to say that I was told all lectures etc. were cancelled for all of Wednesday rather than just the afternoon.

Wednesday 14th October 1992
The days pass so slowly here I just hate it. Let’s face it I’m not happy here. I’m not interested in the work. I feel I possibly could be if there was a way to personally expand my knowledge but I don’t feel that there is. It’s just crap. I am lost here really. In fact I know the only reason I am here is because I don’t know what else to do. It’s all taking so long. It’s not easy to make friends. I think I’ve been unfortunate in the way that things have turned out. The crap people who are living in the flat, i.e. the fucking Chinese or whatever they are. Intensely annoying.
Well I’ve started to write all those things and after a couple of glasses of wine it doesn’t seem all that bad. Maybe if I wasn’t so lazy I would have made more friends. I also think that maybe I’m taking the work far too seriously. Everybody says that the first year is just piss easy and well really I don’t know. No fucker explains what’s going on to us. It really is very very crap. I just wish I knew what would make me really happy. If I quit this and went home well then I just don’t know what I’d do.

Thursday 15th October 1992
VogueI’m in a much better mood today than I was yesterday although my cold is much worse (and I feel it will get even worse). I think it’s because I’ve been out and met people and not sat in on my own. Went to Newcastle today. The weather was absolutely shit, though I still managed to have a really good time. The first good thing was that I managed to get the American Vogue with Madonna on the cover. I didn’t think that I’d be able to get it at all. That gave me a massive thrill. Then I found Dillon’s really easily and reserved my copy of ‘Sex’. Went to Virgin and HMV too. Couldn’t get the Erotica 12” picture disc though. Probably next week when I go to get the book. It’s just so good. I really enjoyed myself.

Sunday 18th October 1992
For some reason I am in an amazingly good mood. I think maybe it’s because I’m looking forward to going home. I think my good mood may also be because I’ve been playing all the old Madonna albums all day. The songs just bring back so many memories of like, my entire life practically. I’ve been chuckling away to myself like mad.

Tuesday 20th October 1992
Tomorrow should prove to be a fun day when I get bollocked for missing Computers last week and then miss Chemistry because I went to Newcastle to get ‘Sex’. I haven’t really thought about the book too much, don’t suppose that I’ve had time really.

Wednesday 21st October 1992
Just finished watching the Jonathan Ross interview with Madonna. It has made me love her all over again. She was so witty and she seemed to really like Jonathan Ross and they laughed a lot. Very entertaining. He asked her some decent and interesting questions. I feel compelled to write a letter to him but I probably won’t. Also bought the book ‘Sex’ today. I absolutely love it. Although at first I was a little disappointed because some of the pictures were obscured. I love it all now. It was also interesting to hear from the interview Madonna’s thoughts and reasons about the book. No one had really asked her before why she had decided to do it. Also what has made me like the book is because it re-opened my sexual desire and consequently….

I’m not telling you that!




I do enjoy the youthful pomposity – Meeting Jo Boissevain

Jo in Roches Fleuris 1967
Jo in France, 1967

Today we’re meeting JO BOISSEVAIN who has been sharing her diary from 1967, and more recently 1968, since the beginning of 2017. Covering the Summer of Love, and the year she turned 17, there’s fabulous historical detail, typical teenage neurosis (which doesn’t seem to have changed at all 50 years later!) and the minutiae of life in the late sixties. Jo shares with us the journey she took to sharing her diaries and what the experience has been like to lay her teenage self open to all.

How old were you when you started keeping a diary and what made you start?
I chanced upon my mother’s diary of 1938, when her world was “topping,” “ripping” and “A1”. That Christmas I asked for a Lett’s Schoolgirl Diary. I was 12.

What was your life like at the time?
I was living with loving parents and my younger sister in a glass and wood house in Surrey. We’d go skiing at Easter and to the south of France in summer, sail at weekends, eat at French restaurants, shop at Habitat, go to the theatre and watch the BBC. Living in an obscure Surrey village with no transport I scarcely met boys, but I did enjoy my girls’ grammar; in spite of the hypochondria, I led a charmed life. In the words of a troll (who found me in the Telegraph), I was a “privileged snob”.

My diary (I now see) was my confidante, my way of handling the teenage years. It was also my way of saving the past, which was important to me (still is). I kept a daily diary from ages 12 to 25, and an intermittent diary until my late 40s. I believe a diary also helps you make sense of your life. It crystallizes your thoughts. In the early years I wrote it up every night. It was the first thing I’d save in a fire.

diary 8 march

Have you kept a diary since?
I haven’t felt the need. I now share my neuroses with the people close to me, and Instagram captures the past.

How did you feel when you first began to read the diaries in adulthood?
More interested than embarrassed. Within half an hour of re-reading my diary I enter my former life. It can be entertaining, it can also be unsettling. It’s like when you immerse yourself in a film.

How did you get to a place where you wanted to share your diaries with the world?
Thirty years ago I thought the teenage diaries would be intriguing to publish. So I edited January to April 1967. It was a laborious business in the tippex days, and I had young children to look after. I gave up. Then in 2015 I realised the 50th anniversary of the Summer of Love was approaching, and the diaries were languishing in a drawer. Holly, my daughter, suggested that instead of trying to publish a book in 2017 I could publish a ‘day on date’ blog instead. About 15 months later I was ready. On 1 January 2017, 1 January 1967 went online.

What kind of challenges have you faced along the way?
Finding an audience was the challenge. I built a small following on social media, but didn’t start marketing until I had published three months of blog. I emailed every editor I could think of. The break came when a friend knew someone who knew someone who was a presenter on BBC Radio London. I was offered a 20-minute interview with Jo Good in May. It was fun! It so happened The Oldie liked it too, and in  June published a page of extracts. In August I had a spread in the Telegraph (and discovered that unwelcome troll). Gradually the audience grew.

How did it feel when you first let someone else read your diaries?
It felt good.

Who of the people in your world at that time have read them and what did they think?
A few friends read unedited extracts before I went public. They liked the 60s references – Biba, Carnaby Street, Procul Harum, the £50 holiday allowance, the Rolling Stones’ drug trial. One of them declared Ingrid a “hoot”. She thought the diary should be published in book form. Some thought it would make good radio.

What kind of reception have you had and how does that make you feel?
A post a day was scheduled throughout 2017, prepared weeks in advance, with at least two photos and /or a video. Occasionally people would leave comments. That would make my day. It still does! (I’m now posting up 1968, weekly not daily.) Google Analytics peaked after the Telegraph and stayed steady.

What do you think your diaries mean to those who read them?
Not all, but many, are people my age, happy to have memories of 1967 revived. One called the diary a “goldmine for the historian.” Some found the hypochondria hilarious (that was a surprise). Another wrote, “Thank you for an interesting read full of wit and common-sense which the world seems short of today.” That was brilliant. As for my snobbery, it was at least tinged with awareness. “I was staggered to see so many common types in Kingston today” (oh dear!) was qualified with, “sounds snobby, but it did strike me as a lot.”

Anything you haven’t felt brave enough to share?
Various remarks about various people.

Do you have any favourite entries you want to highlight?
Nothing extraordinary happened to me in 1967 apart from being asked out by a “snazz”, and meeting my hero Michel Polnareff. Now I’m more interested in the minutiae of life. Most people who love diaries are. I have favourite lines rather than favourite entries. Such as “Gerry smokes like a chimney, and is utterly vulgar.” I do enjoy the youthful pomposity: “There are millions of families living in this country below subsistence level – I’d be ashamed if I was Mr Wilson”. And “I had a dreadful prawn cocktail with tomato ketchup, and entrecote Bordelaise which was hopeless.” (I can hear my father talking.) I also like, “Last night Martha tried to get through to William Pitt, but got through to her aunt Kath instead.”

What do you think of yourself when you look back at what you wrote?

with Chump South France jpg
Ingrid with younger sister Chump in the South of France 1967

If you could return to the late sixties and give yourself any advice, what would it be?
The same advice I’d give myself now: ‘it may never happen’.

Which other diaries have you read and what have you liked about them?
I love James Boswell’s animated, intimate 1762 London Journal, and the quieter diaries of Barbara Pym with her ever surprising perceptions. Last year I read the recently discovered diaries of Jean Lucie Pratt, who started writing in the 1920s and continued until a few days before she died. Beautifully written and (to quote Hilary Mantel) utterly absorbing.

What’s next for you and the Diary of a Posh School Girl? Any more diaries to come?
I’m lopping away at 1968 and 1969 (the late teens) – they will be the last to see the light of day. I could never make my grown-up self public. For which my children should be grateful.

I’ve published my diaries in full in book form – is this something you would consider?
I would love to. It’s a very different reading experience from reading online. A blog diary is perfect if you like links to news reels and music, which I do. But you don’t get the flow of the story. An illustrated diary would be a dream.

Jo, France 2017
Jo in 2017

As for what life is like now, Jo is a writer based in Peckham, “I write and edit guide books for a living: I can’t resist collating information. The freelance life is lonely but I enjoy the flexibility. Three years ago I moved from Bristol – my husband is an artist so we kind of fit in. Best of all, our daughters, and young grandson, live nearby. I also love food, friends, flowers, biographies, diaries, Chrissie Hynde, Christine & the Queens, country walks, and London.” You can find her diaries here and she’s also on instagram and facebook.




When lives collide Kenneth Williams & Ingrid Jo Boissevain

To me, one of the things that’s most fascinating with diaries, is the different perspectives they may bring on specific events. Here are two versions of Saturday 25th November 1967 when Kenneth Williams appeared on the Simon Dee show

From his diaries: “To Lime Grove for the Simon Dee show. I babbled on talking rubbish and came away suicidal. Simon gave me this print of the television transmission. It’s the bit where he held my hand & said ‘Honestly I just like looking at you’. He has the most fantastic self possession.”

From Ingrid Jo Boissevain’s Diary of a Posh Schoolgirl: “There was a pretty hilarious man on ‘Dee Time’ called Kenneth Williams or something. He kept going “ooh, duckie” in that gorgeous way that Pam does! It seems to be catching on. Everybody does it nowadays – even the chap in Rumbelows.”

Kenneth W

The amazing diary of Ingrid Jo Boissevain

Normally I’m reviewing diaries published in book form but, when scrolling through google search results for “my teenage diary”, I came across an absolute gem!

1967-1968: Diary of a Posh Schoolgirl is a coming of age narrative with detailed excerpts from Ingrid Jo Boissevain’s diary kept in the year when she sat her O-Levels, turned 17 and obsessed over the French pop star Polnareff.

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Ingrid has quite a privileged upbringing as part of a loving family with Mum, Dad and 11 year old sister Chump. They’re having a swimming pool built, and have a tennis court, taking frequent trips on their boat. They have plenty of holidays in Europe, trips to the fashion shops of London, the theatre and parties. This is all recorded in such detail that, whilst perhaps not typical of the times, it’s really fascinating. It’s also recorded with great humility and at no point do you feel Ingrid takes what she has for granted.

Ingrid with her father’s pipe on their boat

I don’t want to give too much away but, attending an all-girls school, boys, or the lack of them, become a real obsession “We kept bumping into those horrible mods, and also this lair of six creepish creeps!”. And it’s hilarious how a fleeting exchange with a German lad while on a skiing holiday becomes the missed opportunity of a lifetime according to Ingrid!

Perhaps unusually she’s obsessed with French pop stars, it being a diary there’s no explanation for this, but she listens to French radio a lot and ends up ringing up hotels in London to see if her idols have made a reservation. One of my favourite entries is Saturday July 15 “THE POLNAREFF PILGRIMAGE”

We fell completely in love with the hotel, it was such a peaceful and friendly little place.  Before we left we touched the door knobs of rooms 1, 2 and 3 and took in all the details – the “thick flowered carpet” they describe in S.L.C. is red with fern patterns. We were in such a swoon the rest of the day we didn’t look where we were going, even crossing the roads. In a Polnareff vacuum, we managed to find our way back.

There’s also tons of historical social detail including what they ate at meals and in restaurants, how much things cost, what was on TV and what they thought of it. There’s detail on the lessons they had at school and O levels, as well as critique on current affairs and social changes which are fascinating. Here’s an example on the legalisation of marijuana – a debate as relevant today as it was 50 years ago.

For radio enthusiasts there’s a lot about Johnnie Walker and Radio Caroline (while the opening of radio one gets the briefest mention). Diary 3

As a child of the eighties the sixties are something I hear about as the place where it all started. Being able to read a teenager’s first hand account is a gift. The rise of the mini skirt, the popularity of the Monkees, the good and bad in the charts and on Top of the Pops. It’s all there and documented without inhibition.

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I get the impression the diaries are quite heavily edited which I find a bit disappointing, because I want it all, but what is there is absolute gold. Read it – you won’t be disappointed and it’s definitely worthy of publishing in book form. And we simply must bring back the word snaz!

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You can start the diary here on 1st January 1967.