Wednesday 7 May 1975
Lots of little houseboat type huts. Frank lives in one. I am a stranger in the country. They’re writing poems to Grandad. We go to pub. A group starts. They play ‘Angie’. Music stops like a record being taken off, and starts again. Tony laughs at the flat singing, wide gaps between his teeth. Frank and us are known for having DOPE on us. Dave and Frank carry a gigantic dope leaf each.
A girl comes along as we’re heading along a road to
Horsham [Norwich] to MY room. Last one says, ‘You’ll drop in on Grandpa, won’t
you?’ He won’t like me. Visions of bars and got me home.
