[13th September 1958]
Dear diary, today I saw Mr Ged Gorman, a dead carpenter who lived in Basingstoke. He said, they wanted to move his grave, and he wanted me to do something about it.
I've been seeing dead people for a few weeks now, and I don't know what to make of it. I'm only eight! Well, eight and a half.
I've not told me mum and dad I'm seeing dead people, cos they might laugh like me mate Billy did. He said I should go on stage and talk to dead people, cos that'd be really funny. I told him I didn't want to be his friend no more, cos I'm going to be a footballer and play for Liverpool! Even if my granddad said I was going to end up playing for Wrexham - what does he know, he's dead too.