Phallus Dei

Robert, Carol and the cats left with Dad and Andrew at eleven and at one I set off for Lee’s. The snow is still piled high in places but is thawing and the roads are clear. We spent much of the afternoon listening to Lee’s reggae tapes, watching TV and talking. I stayed for tea and I suppose I enjoyed it.

I left at nine with two waistcoats and a record Lee had given me, Amon Düül II's Phallus Dei, which used to be Andrew’s but which I loaned to Lee ages ago. I walked up to the bus with Andy Wiechec and Paul Bednarski. It was snowing and the snow's at least ½ inch deep on top of everything else. . . .