Tuesday 11 March 1975
A [illegible: priest?]. A village in the 17th
Century. You can tell Norwich by its owl, painted on the door of the old barn
dedicated to medical supplies. I went over to look at the old altar. Why do
people like to see this old decade and not the living church?
The
long Norwich express [train]. Mafia plotting on board. They realise the driver
can’t leave his seat at a halt. The best time to smuggle – Dope –
Later
me looking for a bog on the train, its inside like a Jumbo Jet. People going
for baths. Wide winding staircases.
Later
still. At bar, holding up drunken person. Later he pursues me along road in
car. I promise I won’t tell her. He has a piece of cotton dangling from the
car.
yeah!
