I found my diary from 1988 and this is an entry for a very good day. Speaking to two of the boys on my list and one of them was Nitram 
Took Repsaj to the krap and when we went past the feild I saw Nitram and Rehpotsirhc standing by the etag with the sesroh. Nitram really liked Repsaj and he walked up the htap with us and said "taerg god" to me which is the first time he's ever nekops to me first so Repsaj is my ykcul mrahc.
Rehpotsirhc is ecin as well but not as ecin as Nitram. Have to ring sniwt to tell them what happened, Asil will be really soulaej that I saw Rehpotsirhc without her.
1. Nitram
2. Maharg
3. B Nairda
4. Eimaj
5. Rehpotsirhc
Which, loosely translated from my unbreakable code, says that I took our dog, Jasper, to the park (not the best word to write in code) and met Martin and Christopher on the path to it standing by a gate next to some horses. And that Martin said Jasper was a great dog (true, he was) and that this was the first time Martin had spoken to me first so Jasper was my lucky charm.
And that Christopher was nice too but not as nice as Martin. And that I had to ring my friends, who were twins, and one of them, Lisa, was going to be jealous that I saw Christopher because she liked him.
And then I've listed my five boys of the day in order, Martin, Graham, Adrian B, Jamie and Christopher.
The rules for these listings meant I had to include Christopher because I liked him and he spoke to me, but he couldn't be near the top of my list because Lisa liked him before I did and so putting him at the top was tantamount to stealing him from her 
I apparently couldn't spell field or jealous properly, forwards or backwards 
From what I remember of Martin, he looked like a younger version of Nick Berry and I fail to remember what exactly it was I saw in him.
Everything else in the diary seems to involve hating getting changed for PE in front of everybody, wishing my brother would move out so I could have his bedroom, thinking our Geography teacher was embarrassing and fantasising about marrying Bros (all of them).
The diary reads like an Ikea Book of Baby Names because of all the backwards code 