Tuesday, July 21, 1981


I watched England's fight back in the Test match all day; they won by 18 runs after setting Australia 130. As wicket after wicket fell even Mum got really excited.

In the late afternoon, Grant rang to ask if I wanted to go across on Thursday and I said OK, and shortly after I rang back and asked him if he fancied seeing Woodstock tonight at the Film Theatre. The crowd mainly consisted of aging hippies and young heavy-metal types. It was a real ‘atmosphere’ film. Hendrix and Santana were brilliant.

No comments:

Google Analytics Alternative