Wednesday 29 October 1975
Some kind of convention. Walking in the room. (The little fence along Middle Road.)
The woman comes on stage to ANNOUNCE next singer BUT
she starts singing hoarsely. Far away, off the back, the man plays a gentle
accompaniment. They play for a bit. It is pathetic.
Also John and Mick come up to Norwich with me. They
see many moments of frivolity.
I go
to the bog and hanging up there are the legs and torso of a plastic model which
talked to me about escaping from Russia.
