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Girl, You’ll be a Woman soon & Growing up Abi: My Mum died when I was 15. I always think it was a shame because I could really do with asking her a few things about now. I never knew my Mother as an adult, I certainly never thought much about her life before I entered it. The truth is, I always think I am failing a bit at being an adult. I don’t see myself as having achieved half…

This is a continuation from a series of entries I wrote chronicling my childhood and teenage years. For some reason I got sidetracked — I wrote about ‘that tale from my teenage years‘, and before I knew it I was writing about my crazy relationships and sexual encounters. And then I got talking about The American. I often write as if I’m not affected by what unfolds — chilled, objective — but the truth is… I am. I am effected…

‘You know, Sebby, you didn’t include the photos from after the Peter Pan show…’ That was my mother, rudely barging into my room. You know, the parental ‘Can I come in?’ manoeuvre, spoken as she opens the door. Sometimes she takes a while to get to the point, but I already knew where she was going with this one. ‘But mum, I already embarrassed myself enough with the head-in-bowl photo.’ ‘Those girls obviously loved you in that doggy outfit, Seb…