Thursday, October 21, 1982
A splash of colour
I spent the early hours of the morning talking to Rowan in her room. She asked me about my love life (I lied through my teeth) and although at first it seemed normal, she told me to "stay awhile" and then began to take off her jewelry, etc. . . . My heart started to thud furiously. Looking back it was silly.
Nothing remotely interesting happened after I got up except being in Pete’s room listening to A Splash of Colour (bland crap) with Fabian from upstairs, he of the psychedelic high-necked shirts, tight black trousers, pointed shoes, braided Sgt. Pepper jacket.