Tuesday 25 March 1975
Chris and I share a room. A whole load of UEA arrive
for a party. We leave. Lennon [ah! Him again!] has gone bald and argues
politics amicably.
We’re
on a yacht and remember the party and rush back along the bank different ways. He
finds it and returns. Everything is okay.
Later
by the swimming pool of the boat, I stand naked with a girl in just knickers. I
pull them off and we jump in!
