Rev Robert Shields’ Diary: Dear David and Victoria Beckham…
“WORLD’S longest diary comes to an abrupt end,” announces the Times. We blanch. We scurry to the tabloids and learn that Victoria Beckham respects Tom Cruise’s religion and David is to be cast in bronze.
Whatever can the Times mean? The world’s longest diary is thriving.
But there is a pretender to the crown. The Times looks at the work of the Rev Robert Shields, who has died and left behind a 37.5million word document.
The Beckhams might well scoff, but the Reverend began his diary only 25 years ago.
And the purpose? As Shields said: “Maybe by looking into someone’s life at that depth, every minute of every day, they will find out something about all people. I don’t know. No way to tell.”
Highlights from Sunday, August 13, 1995…
7.25-7.30 – “I sprayed and puddle and piddled and widdled”
8.40 – 8.45 – “I filled the humidifying basin mounted over the Futura baseboard heater”
9.25-9.35 – “I dressed in a pair of black Haband trousers, a hand white mesh shirt, the Huband blue blazer with simulated silver buttons, eyeglasses, the 14-degree Masonic ring, both hearing aids”
9:45 – 9.50 – “I felt a tickle in my throat. It might be a cold. A coff. Called agent. “Colden Ball,” said news story. Victoria no cold”
Pic: The Spine
Posted: 30th, October 2007 | In: Broadsheets, Celebrities Comments (2) | TrackBack | Permalink
