After a pretty unremarkable Black Americans tutorial, Susie and I met Lindsey and went down to the Cellar for some food. As usual, I had a baked potato with cheese, tuna and mushroom filling for £1.00.
Susie left early and Lin. and I found ourselves alone together. I say it that way deliberately. I couldn’t think of anything to say beyond the utterly trivial and utterly pointless, and I felt at the time that she was in the same plight too.
A jazz group played a few laboured, uninspired pieces, while L. and I got drunk. I cashed and spent the better part of two £5 cheques.
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