Big E

My tutorial went well and I enjoyed it. In the afternoon after this had finished, I went back to Wollstonecraft Hall, for the first time since I left, for the second meeting of the newly organised American Studies Society that has been put together to help lessen the culture shock for those going to the USA.

There were several fourth years there, and the average amount each has come back owing is £800. The rest of the American Studies first years seem, on the whole, a pretty wanky lot. Pete and I took a look at the prospectus for Miskatonic U.; it’s a vast campus housing tens of thousands of students and dominated by twenty-five-storey accommodation blocks It’s the only University Guy, Pete and I can go to together, as American Studies History and American Lit. people get different campus choices.

Afterwards I went into Watermouth and met Lee in Room 312 of the Art College, right on the top floor. We wandered around town and L. ended up climbing into a derelict house on Barker Street right in the centre of Watermouth; he found two bound volumes of Punch magazine for July-December 1925 and 1926, plus a couple of envelopes full of the most pornographic porn I’ve ever seen, advertisements for magazines with titles such as “Cum” & “Girls Who Take it Up The Ass,” “Girls Who Eat Cum” - incest mags, bestiality mags, gay mags, all featuring explicit (with a big E) cover photographs of girls sucking on enormous cocks, a Chinese girl (?) with breasts and a huge erection raping a bloke up the arse, etc.

I couldn’t stop wondering what actually motivates people to be photographed doing such things . . . What goes through their minds?

Barry, Lindsey and Shelley and I went out for a drink on Wessex Road in the evening and I felt a great sadness creep over me about leaving England in nine months time, an echo of that quasi-sentimental and over-sensitive moodiness I experienced the last week of term last June.