Diary of a young boy probably still at junior school, found after the third world war
             Things are getting rough, and I'm not sure what's going to happen, all I need is for Man Utd. to win this one game, and I win that bet with Johnny, five pounds, a months pocket money. The fool, as if Ipswich would win this time I've got the upper hand. Everything's going well at the moment, and it's nearly Christmas, I think I might just get the trampoline this year, along with a new brother hopefully. You'll never guess what, he made me hold up the Arial for his TV this morning, just because he wanted the news on five, for fifteen minutes, and I've got a sore back now. I don't know what he was watching and I hate the news, it was just some stupid thing about big bombs which means nothing to me, all I know is that the Simpson's starts at six. Anyway I've got a problem, and this time it's not my brother, and I guess you should know first, as you always seem to listen, it's my crazy teacher and I'm beginning to get worried, and I don't think it's just me either, the whole class is getting worked up. You see, he keeps talking to us about this stupid nuclear stuff, I don't know exactly what it means, but America and Iraq seem to have something to do with it. I don't like the sound of it, so I'm off to bed now, goodnight.
             Oh dear, now I have a big problem, Man U. lost, and I haven't got five pounds for Johnny, and if I don't get it soon he says he'll do something bad. I'm not looking forward to that. Well, today I had English again, and my teacher's getting worse, I don't know if it's a joke and if it is, it's not a good one. To say that it's possible for the world to end, because of this American thing, is quite a big statement, and it's definitely not funny. I don't know what to think, one minute it sound...