Sunday 5 January 1975
Walking through brothel area of town, I see a man
under a bus shelter with an erect penis; it’s hard, looks hairy. Nearing, I see
it is tobacco. There are lots of [derogatory word for gays].
Somewhere
‘ten little black children’ singing praises to the Union Jack.
Jonathan
[cousin] confesses as to having opened somebody else’s presents from [Uncle]
Bob.
Following
a female to my room (at university) she is dressed in white (like ‘Vision’ [a
poem of mine]). I can’t climb as fast as her. She shouts back. Suddenly there
is a small railway crossing. I get caught. She doesn’t. She lobs me a coat and
goes her separate. I go alone to my block. Vague now. David and Paulus in there
somewhere, I think.
